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A fight over a bone

Downtown Nairobi

for the love of country (Photo by Patrick Osodo)

Teeth full of mouth
Many stomachs in a man
A few hands on everything
Big feet stomp on a million heads
This was never in the plan
The country is overcast

Hunger sharpens a spear
Fear grows out anger
Ignorance reaches for blindness
The village flashes danger
A storm is gathering
Today 100 will die

The screams bounce off
high city walls where
politicians fight over a bone
A fierce wind calls
The dog that looses must win the war
Homes will be burnt to the ground

One policeman in a haystack
A sigh when he is found
The dark rain floods
Spears fly and he is pinned to the ground
His boss will not shoot
There will be a full-blown war

Gripes begin to stir
Trees crash and roofs fly
Across the country grudges wake
Bleeding children cry
Men run around a rusted warning:
This nation will fall

A heritage is drowning
Good men must now swim
The wise must let the water out
We will not live on a dog’s whim
Our homeland
We will stand to defend


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Posted by on September 19, 2012 in Uncategorized


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I Will Not Be Finished

School days are now empty days

Those who can pay sit at their desks

I am drained by all the nothing I do

These Kikuyus want to control us

They want to finish us

He said this three years ago

when he also said that the Kikuyu government

had laid him off

My cousin repeats himself

His anger is as visible as his shoulder

through his threadbare shirt

The shirt was new when he last paid my fees

I look down at my torn shoes

Worn out from searching for a future

I stand as hatred rises

for Kikuyus who controlling

and finishing me


Kikuyus are spots that stain our land

My opinion has not changed

as I shift the jerry can

from my right hand to my left

This petrol will wipe off those dirty spots

They grab jobs in Nairobi

and land in Uasin Gishu

Five men of my Kipnyegei age set are running

Turn around! Turn around!

Those filthy spots have stolen the election!

They have run into the church!

I splash on the walls for the education that I miss

I splash on the door for our land

I splash on escaping children because I will not be controlled

I light the match because I will not be finished

The spots scream for help

Then they are silent

Its’ now my turn to receive help



Posted by on April 28, 2012 in Uncategorized


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