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Gangs in the Cape Flats
are like wild cats
it does not matter who they come across
for you it can come across as a great loss
In an instant
They can become violent
Killing is in their blood
Like a flash flood
Harming people is what they do best
A life that everybody detest
Their lives are like a bad potion
Filled with poison
They will kill, rape and destroy
And take away people’s joy
All this can happen instantly
Without any dignity
Gang members only have respect for self
Only having respect for one self
Never showing respect for each other
Not even for a blood brother
To them poison is more like death
Like taking their last breath
Dying a slow death,
until taking their last breath
Never in a day
Will they go through in a good way.
The only way
Is by being the prey.
Great are his exploits
honour and rank
he's celebrated
he's immortalized
He's fondly recalled
Back to memory
The great legends of Old..
Great Chief Waiyaki wa Hinga..
Aged nine he killed a lion
with his bare hands...
When the imperialist came.. Waiyaki..
Raised a huge Army armed with bows and arrows
Testing the might of the staff which spat fire
Fore told by the great seer Mugo Wa Kibiru..
..see people dressed like butterflies
they come from the sea of the hawk
and move on an iron caterpillar to the
lake of the eagle.. they carry a walking staff
which spits fire killing instantly... your weapons
will be useless when faced with this magical staff..
The great seer advised the people to learn
The pale skinned colonizers magic..
At right time armed with the right knowledge
The land of the slopes of Kerenyaga..
Will be liberated by its sons
The mountain of splendor and mysteries
Where people since ages ago have offered prayers
To the Supreme Deity Ngai Murungu..
Who is all loving and of good virtual
The supreme deity's Prophet Mugo wa Kibiru...
Is office of the chief seer..
Water Tabernacle the resting place of - Managi
The greatest Holy relic and the Box that is the relic
I recap they say Great Chief Waiyaki
Was betrayed by the pale colored..
foe he had called blood brother..
Angry Waiyaki took out his favorite club..
Mathiokore.. it was nicknamed..
Within minutes brains of the Great captain
were scattered on our rich soils
The invaders captured Waiyaki..
Our great Chief and opened his skull
Waiyaki died not.. they buried him alive
Head facing downwards.. Great Chief..
You should have heeded the Great seers
prophecy..
...don't allow the butterflies to enter your homesteads...
Buried alive..
Immortal Warrior king fate
The annual pilgrimage around
Kereenyaga - the abode of Ngai
Goes on each year.. pilgrims
Make seven stops as they
Circumbulate the Holy Mountain..
Of stories and more stories from the land
Where gods.. immortals.. and mortals
Rub shoulders looking each other..
Eye to eye... tales of KENYA
code 254
LEWIS NYAGA
We were born several months apart.
Our mothers were very good friends in fact
Not a thing did they do apart
Neither from each other did they depart
Although many of them tried to make them part
Some even used dubious methods to hurt
Our parents, but they took heart
And rather than separate them they united them more
I grew up and played with you
Not one believed that am not related to you
Some even said that i looked and acted like you
I guess it was because i was always with you
Like my blood brother i treated you
More than a brother i viewed you
Was always doing the chores with you
And always felt naked when i was not with you
As we grew up so did our friendship
The trials and temptations boarded our ship
But even these could not tamper with our friendship
Different career paths led us to board different ships
Our ways we went as we faced the life's hardships
On the way we formed new relationships
That led to new friendships
And now i sense a fading flame of what used to be a very good friendship
As i write this, i can not comprehend
Why our friendship had to end
Is it because there were some issues that had to end?
Or is it our pride that put the relationship to an end
What would have been a friendship hard to comprehend?
Or is it that our friendship, we did not know how to tend?
That like everything alive it has to be fed?
Kindly help me to comprehend.
Form:
Her heart pounded like the zulu drum
She knew the tradition
Her friend died from there
when the sailed the boat and left her
on that punishment island
In Kigezi its like that
The neighborhood is even worse
where her cousin got married
A pregnant woman is thrown
down the cliff by a blood brother
Its a tradition that was brought by the fore fathers
Now maria knows what has happened to her
She has missed her periods for two months
Her mother is about to know
Because she has a critical eye
She knows her father will kill her
Her uncle wont say the truth
That he is responsible
For the pregnancy
Maria knows the stories
when you are pregnant
you are left there all alone to starve and die
or a man who has failed to get a woman on the village
will come and take you as his own
He become a property and a slave
She didn't know what to do
who to trust this with
where to run to
she chose
to remain silent
and wait for her
fate
on
the punishment island
My childhood friend, my blood brother
We did a lot of fun things together
Playing carom, table tennis and skating
You were the dull school boy
My eyes were always pained
To see you struggle through school
The painting on the wall of the little boy in tears
Always reminded me of you
And so I kept a close watch
To give your dull mind a spark
Now and then teaching you, stoking your inner fire
What a fine eagle you turned out
Life’s battle you have won
Whereas I have lost one and all
We have now parted ways
You are now wrapped up with another
And I in my lonely mansion with father and mother.
The Pursuit of Happiness
Ultimate Declaration
of Independence
an 'unalienable right
endowed us by the Creator'
Yet, how to pursue such an intangible thing
How do mere humans -- 'joy to the world' bring
Where do we look for it? Where is it found?
Is Happiness in the air, on the sea, underground?
For whatever they're worth, here are my thoughts
Wrapped in rhyme verse, just perhaps not for naught
If you would be happy, help others be so
That's the main point; all the rest are for show
Help an old lady or man cross the street
Give a poor child a nutritious meal to eat
Greet one and all with a smile on your face
Be it at home, out in public, or in your workplace
Listen to everyone's problems as if they're your own
Imagine they're royalty, perched on their throne
And you a mere subject, aching to please them
Their every concern yours, a bejeweled diadem
Weep with them, rejoice with them
Share their ups and downs
Their troubles, your troubles
From sun-up to sundown
If they lose their job, don't you rest till they've another
Their fortunes, your fortunes; you are their blood brother
Make the happiness of others priority number one
~ Your life's race will surely be most happily run
OUR LIBRARIAN
I once remember the
Librarian in my college
Meticulous ,and savvy
His love for knowledge
Knows no bound.
I once remember the
Librarian in my University
A man with a large heart for others
His glasses perking on his nose
His Professorial “penkelemesi” like
Grey hair connotes love for research.
But
I cannot but ask which librarian is this?
I cannot but query the insidious sudden
Love of this Huckster for knowledge
I cannot but be surprised at his hubbub
Declaration for his Library launch.
Oh ye people of our land!
Lets all give ovation du applaud to
Our land’s new Librarian.
The very one who rakes in seven
Of a billion cowries in a hurry
In the all looters Library launch.
The very one whose hatred for education
Towers so high and hit all towers of ivory.
The very atrocious leader of the ruling bandit
Whose avidity for money stares us in the face.
The very leading African Chimera whose
Chicanery we cannot measure
Has now suddenly fall in love with knowledge.
The very blood brother of “Haruna”on our campus
Who votes irritating meager resources for education
He is now our own celebrated Librarian.
The very illiterate Mechanic whose
Baleful gaze alone destroys our land’s Library
He is now our dreadful Librarian.
Sorry ,we know our Librarians
Our Libraries , we are acquainted with
Our Libraries are of obsolete materials
Ours is of more archaic facilities
With books and non books available
Two moons ago still branded new editions
This is our own Libraries.
Let the new Librarian disburse the seven
Of a billion cowries to our Libraries
Let him pump cowries into our education
Let their be more modern Libraries in our land
For is it of a nation that values knowledge
That gets the best of knowledge today and morrow .
Alayande Stephen .T
16th April, 2006
05.25pm
For Mr President 's special Library launch.