Poem for Ugandans Living in Kenya

Now is a short while To the elections in Uganda Yet non of you is in shape Of mind and spirit to go home And vote out the ruling junta To pave way for good governance a desire for ages in your dear land Crying and yearning for braved up Salvage from sons and daughters Of the soil, go home brothers vote ,

Over a dozen millions of you skulk In Kenya behind the cloak of sugar Coated slavery , guised in masks Of strong-quick-money-send-home , In a self-duping fit of un-patriotic work Slavering in Kenya to liberate Uganda A goof of the century beyond bounds Of remedy ethereal even whole humanity

Shamba-boying in Kenya on rift farms Only nourish bourgeois stomachs Of avaricious masters in Nairobi city Ignobling yourselves down to mire Of lumpen wretchedness wallowing ever In hideous facelessness sizable to none But those dressed in readiness snag Dignity of motherland for cheap turf,

Dear and polite daughters of Uganda, red - tenting on Kenya's back streets is no exit package ; for those with the will, flesh and sweat to do what is to be done unto the palace of cruel desire Setting freedom a tin drum taborer,Ergo Put up the pants and go back to Uganda Fight tyranny with power of womanhood In protest to slavish life of sex-working Know that peddling your pair of buttocks Sets no woman free from sting of time,

Stand tall with heads high and shout out That 'I am Ugandan!' Masquerade not as Kenyans when you are true sons and Daughters of your great homesteads, You know, to live as Anne Frank without Hitler is to mistake a maggot for meat,

I am going and going to Sunset kingdom In search of those feral boys and girls In my hand is a calabash of tidings About the bumpkin they left at our home It has poisoned our bloody brethren Ten and eight now in their graves,

Go home Baganda vote for good rule Good governance comes not from Cowards hiding in cheap comfort Tyranny can be staved by numbers Bobi Wine alone will be worn out soon For loneliness even weakened the lion Take not space of democracy in Kenya A solution to what you miss in Uganda,

I stand on a pedestal of truth to curse The abyss of poverty of good reason In which wallowed one she-red-tenter Born in Uganda but hustling in Kenya Tethered on appetite for quick bucks From college boys in Eldoret mini-city And a monied boy came out with fees yearning for mother and daughter Both prone for money, sky the only limit Occupational safety now on back-seat Each hiding her newly found fortune Lo! He had a baby with the two women,

Alexander Opicho (From, Lodwar, Kenya) Mail-opichalexander@gmail.com