Gods of the night

 Gods of the night

Minutes thin towards the 0.00 hour

And sleep overwhelms,

flames are blown off wicks, the town snuggles for slumber.

A giant cloak of night descends to guard till dawn

Saints and robbers roost together.

FREE TO SAIL

 

Free to sail

When the storm of youth

Brewed inside me,

When the whirlwind of emotion

Entrapped us in folly-

The next scandal

 The next scandal

Am a Fan in a cage

Spinning in rage

fast, furious, frantic

I blast a stream of draught

In whose path sit signatories

Born In The Dung

 

Born In The Dung

So I stretch my legs

As I did those days-

As I sat upon the path

Among the spattered dung of last night

Watching for the little giants -

Little beetles that roll balls -

Mother

Mother

When the hawker trades her spiel

For the party manifesto

She is not my mother

She is no hawker

She becomes opposition activist

A poet

Ethnic violence in East Africa: GENERAL ADVISORY

 

 

Ethnic violence in East Africa:

GENERAL ADVISORY

I.               possible scenarios

Before gossip resumes its rounds

a nation shall begin to crumble.

Much heat

Not enough breath

Pain,

gangrene,

death,

honest cheat

 honest cheat

 

So, I can't take you home

But we can walk someway

Like water and dirt-

To catch a seasonal cold

 

To catch a seasonal cold 

Once every season I shed this shell

This hard, cold, old skin

Tired and worn by long loops of dry hell

I moult and dare to bare again my self.

Every once I fall, I fall well

Fall right flat for a woman