FIFTY YEARS

One, two…
It’s almost fifty
Like the seasons I come back
To haunt you, while you are sitting
In front of the cathode tube
Leaving you on your seat shifting
Is…
My malnourished frame
My born free life, never tamed
My still eyes
Staring straight into the lens
My strange cuisine
Of boiling roots and wild fruits
My sad story
Of poverty and lost property
Hot winds blowing
The earth bled off water
Poisonous snakes prowl
The day gets no shorter

Three, four ,five
It is almost fifty
Inside your newspapers
There is my usual story
Of high child mortality
Lawlessness and banditry
Of fallen fathers and brothers
Of stolen past and present

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Forty six, forty seven
Its now forty eight…
Forty eight years
Of economic marginalization
Disturbing history
And a forgotten people
You owe us justice
For brothers and fathers
Fallen at the airstrip
Their blood
Washed down the runaway
For sisters and mothers
Widowed by your guns

Forty nine, fifty…
Fifty years it is…almost
Since we got independence
All along we are stuck in the past
Successive governments
Have seen us outcasts
Our land
Dry , unforgiving
And pure wilderness
The “Northern Frontier”
How long should we die of hunger?
Get killed by bandits
Lose our children
Due to lack of primary healthcare
This is not fair
No schools
Poor infrastructure…
I can go on and on
Back to the 50 years
That you stole from us.

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My Rebel

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She wears no makeup
Only lip gloss to make her lips glow
She is proud of her hair
Only water relaxes her coarse afro
She scans fashion magazines
Only to mock prices of Gucci and prada
My rebel
Her wardrobe lacks stilettoes
All she collects is converse Allstar
Taylor gang like wiz khalifa
Her idol is Che guevara
All she reads is history and African literature
Her favourite sport is soccer
All she supports is Gor Mahia

My rebel
Knows about African socialism
Like she would have known her colours
Knows Paris for its museum and art
Like she would have known it
For its fragrance and fashion stores
My rebel
Partakes in shots of vodka
Without blinking an eye
Smokes that illegal plant
Every weekend we are bored
And want to get high

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My rebel
I`ll ask for no libel
No matter how you soil my name
I`d never want your tame
Like a bird
I want you free
For your love
I`d do anything even….
My rebel
I promise to love you until time ends.

Gone Baby Gone

Like Van Gogh`s starry night
Am starring into the night
Stars in constellations and galaxies, so far away
Twinkle with disappearing luminance
The air all around is full of incense
Making me to reminisce
The good, gone old days
Of big promises of immortal love
Of olive oil cascading down your torso
But now it is not so
I am like a devil falling
Fallen into an abyss of heathens
Clouded and darkened by sin and herecy
Overflowing with hate and untold suffering
But deep in my heart
I am harbouring
The sunlight days of our lives
The fun we had down at the coast
It is the good memories
That keeps me going
Every day I relive, the best moments
The worst, I hate the torment
So I have engulfed it
With fantasy and lies
That you are still here
But baby you are gone.....

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I wish I could forget
But like maple leaves in spring
Your memories come flowing
I hear your whisper
I feel on my body your caress
I recount you laughter
Looking up into the night
I see that twinkling star
And know that you are still here

Christine

Christine

This is to you my love

To tell you all in my heart

Known only to God above

I can’t stand to get hurt

Oh my gentle dove

I need you close, to my heart

Or I will starve

My sweet Christine

To me you are still hot

Like a girl who is sixteen

I can’t write like Winston Churchill

That sweet letter to Clementine

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But I can write you a love poem...

This poem

And stand all the waiting

For a piece of your love

Even if it will take forever

I will give up never

Tears sparkling your brown eyes

Makes me utter no lies

You brighten my life

Like a night full of fireflies

I want you pretty close

Just for once…

Here have this rose

Its fragrance is like our time

Short, sweet yet memorable

But love is priceless

Like the Mona Lisa

Strong, yet delicate

Like the tower of Pisa

I recall your gentle touch

Your sweet little words

Your protection like a safety hatch

If life was poker

Then you are the winning card

All along I have been a joker

Ending up this sad

But I have got to be real

Like a rocker

And tell you what I feel

Christine...

You are the best thing

That ever happened to me

IN CASE OF MY DEMISE

When I die
I know no one will cry
But you will miss me
That I am sure of..
I don’t know why
But like 2 pac
I have to do this
Write my thoughts
“In the event of my demise”

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Death is uncertain
Every second, every minute
Let`s appreciate before
The drawing of our curtains
Let`s not limit
What we want...what we hope for
In case of my demise
I gave you the reasons not to cry
For my fallen self
By all the things I lived for
Weed, hope and dreams of a revolution
Liberty, I really don’t know
What I all along lived for?
But it`s my conviction
That I lived for something

In case of my demise
I know no one will cry
But one thing I know
Someone will cry
Her tears
Like the Nile
Will flow down her cheeks
Her eyes will be red
For me… just me
Please let my mama cry
Don’t stop her, you are wondering why?
I am all she had
Her little boy…
The joy of her life
Her heart will never heal
Time can`t heal
Her world without me
In case of my demise
God all I ask is…
Let it be the right time
When my mother is old
Her face wrinkled and pale
Her back bent like the Kamba bow
Due to old age
In case of my demise
Let me die
When my mama can cry no more

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