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Poem for Ugandans Living in Kenya

By Alexander Opicho - Lodwar, 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) [email protected]

Your Comment

Antony Kyalo musyoka | 12/8/2020 3:52:00 AM
Nice one sir.... Keep it up