Mama Kenya and her Children


After we left the Garden, we wanderedImage

Conquering and slicing land

Sections of forest and slope

Your Children built dreams on hope

 

The woman acceded to the chieftain stool

Tall, dark and no fool

Sons of your plotted her end

Believing in this message to send

 

Pregnant wives and children roam in hoardes

Young men revel in the game of lords

Social order disrupted

People passion wained

 

Challengers warned in slaughter

Cold hearts reign over your daughters

Fighting then feasting and fighting again

Conquests and hunts and conquests to gain

 

 

Families and clans disperse to gain more land

Some armed, strong bands and weapons at hand

Chattel raided and traded

Identity lost, regained then feigned

 

Kenya your children are crying

Others despair and are dying

Deceased ones are disposed of with ease

Your children deny grief at least

 

Strange men come , demarcate and land bequeathed

Iron snakes and fire-stick increased

Terror, sickness and fear

Death, incarceration take those who are near

 

Spies with lies your children despise

Missing oratory, so we surmise

Mama Kenya, we writhe in pain

Lost causes, passion, focus and gain

 

 At dawn, Harry and Co

And dusk, the LegCo

Voices strengthen and national pride soars                  

Time to fill out the dance floors?

 

We plot, scheme and devise

Muster the courage to sign the pact

The strange people ring-fence us, in retaliation

Then comes the great separation

 

Seven long years of guns and death

Fear casts seven decades of wreathes

Big Man strikes an agreement and we crumble

Ending the years of torture, we are now humble

 

A new day, the first dawn

All the many nations reborn

Independence

Time for some sense?

 

The fruits of the nation are here

The war is over, so we hear

The fighters are shunned and destitute

Kenya your children would be prostitutes

 

Fruit of their labour turn to game

Wither and die without a shred of fame?

Tears of joy, bittersweet

We hide our shame under the sheet

 

Like a naked woman we come of age

Despite our inner outrage

We grow weary of our diet of politics

It would have been better to revert to a life of ticks

 

Forests carved, shattered and trimmed

Dry, thirsty land divided and condemned

Lost titles, disappearing acts

Kenya enraged by inner battles

 

Who will hear my final breath?

As I welcome decay and death

Buried alive

Behind a busy behive

 

 As you lie to my children about the new you

I let out a haughty laugh and wonder which one is you

Mama Kenya, do you hear me or are we too late

Your children are dying, is there a fate worse than hate?

 

 After we left the Garden, we wandered

Conquering and slicing land

Sections of forest and slope

Your Children built dreams on hope

 

The woman acceded to the chieftain stool

Tall, dark and no fool

Sons of your plotted her end

Believing in this message to send

 

Pregnant wives and children roam in hoardes

Young men revel in the game of lords

Social order disrupted

People passion wained

 

Challengers warned in slaughter

Cold hearts reign over your daughters

Fighting then feasting and fighting again

Conquests and hunts and conquests to gain

 

 Families and clans disperse to gain more land

Some armed, strong bands and weapons at hand

Chattel raided and traded

Identity lost, regained then feigned

 

Kenya your children are crying

Others despair and are dying

Deceased ones are disposed of with ease

Your children deny grief at least

 

Strange men come , demarcate and land bequeathed

Iron snakes and fire-stick increased

Terror, sickness and fear

Death, incarceration take those who are near

 

Spies with lies your children despise

Missing oratory, so we surmise

Mama Kenya, we writhe in pain

Lost causes, passion, focus and gain

 

 At dawn, Harry and Co

And dusk, the LegCo

Voices strengthen and national pride soars                  

Time to fill out the dance floors?

 

We plot, scheme and devise

Muster the courage to sign the pact

The strange people ring-fence us, in retaliation

Then comes the great separation

 

Seven long years of guns and death

Fear casts seven decades of wreathes

Big Man strikes an agreement and we crumble

Ending the years of torture, we are now humble

 

A new day, the first dawn

All the many nations reborn

Independence

Time for some sense?

 

The fruits of the nation are here

The war is over, so we hear

The fighters are shunned and destitute

Kenya your children would be prostitutes

 

Fruit of their labour turn to game

Wither and die without a shred of fame?

Tears of joy, bittersweet

We hide our shame under the sheet

 

Like a naked woman we come of age

Despite our inner outrage

We grow weary of our diet of politics

It would have been better to revert to a life of ticks

 

Forests carved, shattered and trimmed

Dry, thirsty land divided and condemned

Lost titles, disappearing acts

Kenya enraged by inner battles

 

Who will hear my final breath?

As I welcome decay and death

Buried alive

Behind a busy behive

 

As you lie to my children about the new you

I let out a haughty laugh and wonder which one is you

Mama Kenya, do you hear me or are we too late

Your children are dying, is there a fate worse than hate?

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Hazy Days


The rain is gone and the sun is out. The roads are dusty and the grass boasts a dirty yellow hue. It is warm outside; no wind, just a gentle breeze. Feet shift and shuffle, as they struggle to find comfort on the hardened ground. The Helpers gather in the noonday sun, baring their hair in the sun, as they untangle their braids.
Indoors, pots bubble in time for a late lunch. The air is cooler and babies snore in their cots. Toddlers waddle in their diapers and nappies.
Outside, one girl walks away, then bounds up the stairs to pick up the bawling baby. Crying soothed, baby is changed and fed. His grin warms her mood. Girl and child are smiling now as she holds him high on her shoulder. The start of another hazy, lazy afternoon.