THE #THIEVESofJUBILEE

Evil reigns
over public good
light shudders and flickers
at the sight of darkness
and yet darkness thrives

what a pity
what sacrilege
that such a collection
of unethical biomass
should be called Jubilee

even so

evil reigns.

so long!


© July 2019

AFRICAN SPRING(S)

Splinters of an African Spring

dominoes of freedom
dominoes that spread love

#BenAliIsFallen

echoes of malice
tom toms of delayed tomorrows
rend the air

#MubarakIsFallen

we heard your echoes
in the "Occupy Movements"
of a morally indefensible Europe
Obamaland too was pollinated 

All lives matter they said
#BlackLivesMatter we say

#BouteflikaIsFallen

fertilized agitations
fuel a desperate search 

for new humanity

#BashirIsFallen

Tunisia rises yet again
the limits of revolutions without revolutionaries

aborted dreams or dreams deferred?

Cairo? Tunis? Khartoum?

did we thinking about the post-revolutionary moment?

© July 2019

TRANSITIONS

September sneaks upon us
like a shadow
climate change pushes
July's cold this far
farewell to home and Babylon

it is now only September
but July, too was an end
hope rises

there shall be renewal
and grass in green lushes
will grow again
embracing barren grounds
sealing the cracks 

now so visibly angry

the cracks

and cleavages
and rifts
and departures

but for now
we must set upon new paths
and new journeys

when the rain clouds gather
who are we to wrestle 

with the gods of plenty
and 

goddesses of restlessness

we have
in heated moments
of passionate divergence
imposed upon ourselves new missions
for new seasons

nothing is permanent
nothing, they say
nothing lasts forever

but hope
what of hope?

© September 2018

PATRIOTISM

When the dignity of giants
stay drowned
in the cacophonous rattle
of ethical dwarfs

to find our place in the sun
to dream and chase dreams
unhindered by the artificialities
of last names
and geographies
and genders

to be. simply
a people with a new-found
Kenyanity

to make out nationhood indivisible
to be consumed by all
in all
for all

© August 2018

M-HANGI

Come on now

You can't die on me just yet

toooo much unfinished business we got

too much body-luggage

and holding keys to the city

this is no state to go to paradiso 

i ken't

and talking of your ribs

they are yet to crackle

are you afraid of happiness

delivered by born again pagans

or merely the religious tap of wicked fingers

is this dance the real deal
or merely a contested mutuality.

© July 2018