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Yet Africa is
expected to fall in
line 
With speed and
alacrity 
Or be headed back to
Europe 
For much deserved
censure
And sanitization in
the heart
Of brutish Europe!
Have we not seen
them in action
At Treblinka and
Auschwitz, brother
With their atomic
bombs in Hiroshima
With their weapons
of mass destruction
With their napalm in
Vietnam, Vietcong
With their sjamboks
in apartheid South
Africa

I plead not for
impunity, a term
recently coined
For Africa, but not
for Syria, or Korea,
or Iran
I plead not for
that, no, I plead
for my country
For I can see a
finger I distrust
pointing at us
And I know it is
time for the
neo-colonialists
And their myopic
followers to hit the
road
To proclaim once
again that they have
come
To pacify and
civilize the savages
of Africa 
Africa must know
that the Sword of
Damocles
Has never hung so
close to the African
head
As in this day and
age of African
impunity!

Knowing full well
that that is the
biggest lie
Who was it that
caused Africa to
adopt
Dictatorship or a
clone of
dictatorship
Shortly after
national
independence
In the second half
of the 20th century
Oh, that is history
now, forget that.

Was the Cold War a
creation of Africa?
Was communism the
brain-child of
Africa?
Were these disputed
borders created by
us?
Why then do we bear
the brunt of your
wrath?
Understand me my
brother or at least
try to
For this pot has
been simmering since
dawn
It is now well past
its time to retire
and rest
 
Why, they ask,
should Nairobi boast
a skyline
That has not even a
single colonial-day
edifice
Having been dwarfed
by modern
skyscrapers
Kenya cannot be
allowed to be a
beacon, no
They have done
enough damage to our
claim
That nothing good
can come out of
Africa!

Having painted all
Africans with one
brush
They now seek to
justify that
misconception
For they can claim
that South Africa is
special
Anything north of
the Limpopo is in
shambles
And must needs
European talent and
wisdom 
And control, control
and more control,
brother
And having recruited
sycophantic
followers
To sing and dance to
blind impunity songs

They, like the
greedy mouse, will
hear no cat

Is it now a crime to
change one’s mind?
When Kenyans said
yes to The Hague
Did they know that
the warring people
Would embrace peace,
bury the hatchet
And vote together in
peaceful elections?
Did they know that
sense would prevail
And banish anger and
retributive clamour?

What is in it for
the international
community
If internal and
regional peace are
anathema?
What is in it for
Kenya if we win the
battle
And lose the war-
the long term war we
crave
Is it not the wish
of Kenyans to live
in peace
Is it not the wish
of Kenyans to
embrace each
And every community
as brothers and
sisters
In the new
dispensation that we
have created?

Who is this then
that is urging us to
harden our hearts
Who is it that is
hell bent on
re-sowing seeds of
hatred?
Who is this that is
courting disaster in
the name of justice?
Who is this that
wants us to believe
that the community
The region, the
country, the nation
is now subordinate
To the individual
and if the country
burn in the process
So be it, so be it,
so be it, so be it.
You are lost, my
brother?
We lost so many; we
cannot afford to
rock the boat again!
It was a war that we
ineptly got
ourselves into, my
brother
It was Kenya’s
moment of shame. But
it was also Kenya’s
Moment of renewal,
rebirth. Such
moments are painful!

Give Peace A Chance
In Kenya, too, Ban
Ki Moon and 
All those wise men
and women who know
what it means!
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