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| Struggle for Uhuru |
Maybe near, could be far
Either ways it shall once come
When my children's children
Shall spread their black legs
Around embers of sparking flames
Hush in the silence of the night
Speaking to me with their eyes
"Grandpa, tell us your tales."
In future, while they wait
I shall clear my tired old throat
Look in the sky and wish to lie
About my history that's pretty
Proud to have gone that far
Despite the plethora of troubles
"What tales do I tell?"
In future, I shall tell the tales
With guilt and shame
With tears in my eyes
And pain in my heart
And bile in my belly
Of our fathers who took bullets
For the sake of our Uhuru
And their children
Who made sure
"We never had it!"
By Sammy Nakitare
Our fathers who took bullets for uhuru..and their children who ensured we never had it..
ReplyDeleteAnd us who sat there looking forward to when we would tell the tales..
when instead we could have taken some more more bullets to ensure we gave our chidren some job too.
A job of ensuring their children would have no uhuru.
Yes we shall tell our children this,
How we preferred to sit behind the screen of laptops and I pads,
Because then no bullet would pass into our thoracic cavity,
We would say we did this to save a nation,to preserve our lineage,
For with us dead,they would have no chance to ask us to tell tales of uhuru and bullets
Or we could tell them how we were tachyfingers-the social media warriors
How we killed millions of enemies with venom through our comments on face book,
How we ensured our community was not taken for granted and how our leaders were not finished as we watched
We have quiet some tales to tell Sammy,
But we must not forget to tell them about the age of renaissance of the socialite life-
How during our short time in life we single handedly celebrated the lives and skills of Vera Shindikha,,Risper Manyonge Faith et al
How no generation had surpassed us in churning out socialites per unit time
You and I will tell tales
Our Kenyan life is too comical to comprehend. You put it in the best way Dan.
DeleteAs always, I love the richness of the language and the hope for a future devoid of pain and struggles...
ReplyDeleteThanks Fraze.
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ReplyDeleteour kenyan lives. i believe we will tell the tales of land grabbers, the people we so trust with the development of our country, using the same energy to take public land. as a teacher i will not forget the tale of laptops that were promised, how the sons of the people who took bullets for our country, instead use their power and freedom of speech to tell vitendawili to kenyans. most importantly, i will never forget the tale of the humble first lady. who ran marathons just to save the lives of young children. we will together tell the tales sammy.
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