O'CAMPO-2

how can my soul
ever-bleeding from political rape
blend with the sky of optimism
that now sweeps over my whole being

how will the cocks' incessant crows
mend the torn threads of our Kenyanity 
or repair the strained bonds of our common humanity

can the criminal deliver justice
in this land of paper sovereignty
where victims are jeered
victimizers cheered
and the guilty cleared

will humanity sit and cheer us on
in this our search for a livable past
or will they compromise,
like the church,
to the infantile rage of spoilt political imbeciles

© April 2011

SWEETS

silent laughter
invisible happiness
hidden fears
as reminder of past tears

detained!

when darkness shines
to light our paths
and the winds soothing touch
we see but can't feel

what is unfreedom !

aah!
the burdens of history
the history of burdens
hold me hand dear Lord
understand me this road

for it is not dying am afraid of
but never having lived in the first place

© April 2011

MALINDI - by the beach

just a carefree retreat
in a world of make-believe
we venture into sea
holding her drenched bikini
here, civility wins a tough battle

giggling and gliding away
my joystick in salute
i must sit in the waters

'like the banker she was
i too am a doctor
i repair broken hearts..'
she adds ....

giggles ... laughter...
am dead ooh!

© April 2011

FAREWELL IN WASHINGTON, D.C

You came
all the way too
for this ceremony of teary eyes
across the Potomac River

Washington Museum was kind
so was the night before then
some things last
some just don't,
or so we agreed

And then there,
at the Metro Station
at Woodley Park
hand in hand along Calvert Street
nugged along by the soft glow of a hesitant nightfall
suckling in the freshness of the evening  wind
we let ourselves loose
        in the legendary vibrancy of Adams Morgan

And then in the morn
when i held back
the impatience of the elevator doors
from sliding away a shared past
the soft hum of its return trip
kept us company

Then we embraced good bye
as if to keep out
a future we both dreaded
but knew we must confront

DEATH AT SUNSET

Ah!
Kencom
Like a reed
At this Kencom bus stop

Or a  kite in the wind
Only untethered you were
But perhaps tied you were
In a knot invisible to my nakedness of vision

Is this death by the seashore
Or merely the swinging affection
Of the seesaw?

Leaving the world behind
Taboo ideas crystalize
As i try to unsee
The swirling elements of desire

You see
Am also legally blind
Unsupposed to see these things
Depart now i must - i believe
To rediscover my equilibrium
Or is it to overcome
My tentative disequilibrium?