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Cry Uhuru Cry Freedom

Until the blood
   Flowing in my veins equals
     The blood flowing in theirs 
 The cry for freedom
   Will persist and insist
     Uhuru is my cry for freedom

 Until the tongue
   I speak and my religion
     Is no different than the
       Colour of their eyes
         Uhuru is my cry for redemption

 The cry for freedom 
   Will always prevail over
     Machetes and AK 47s
      Uhuru is my cry for freedom

 Until our villages and towns
   Are properly called 
     In their mother tongue
      And not abused versions
 The cry for freedom 
   Justice and equity will 
     Reach high pitch
      Uhuru is my cry for freedom.

Monthly Rhym One

I have to nail my sale of pail on a board, otherwise my employer Will, will wail and say that I am a fail yet I save to sail in the boats of Uhuru Park. Dear friend will I ever make a good sale if I am narrated in every tale to be ranked as the tail? I need you to help me to recover from this fail or I will go where I hail from.

Kilimanjaro

Far
Away
in space
and time, yet
fixed in memory
we wake in the dark
and climb the spree by
flashlight reaching Gilman’s
Point where we watch the sun rise
in the east over the Indian Ocean, just 
like Hemingway, then past Leopard’s Point
where in 1926, Reusch found a frozen feline at 
the edge of the receding glacier and no one knows
why was it there but then I’m not sure why I was there
as we slowly trudged onward through the thin air to Uhuru
where I sign the summit list-and will get a certificate at the base
but only on our return home do I discover that the Blue Jays blew a
3-1 lead in the American League finals to KC who won the World Series

Hope For Uhuru At Dawn

At the darkest hour of night
Before night shadows
Steal across the wall of darkness
Into the welcoming hands of dawn;
As with defecting soldiers
At Korea's demilitarized zone
With my spoke,
I stoked the fire
Sending it's glamorous flame
Spiraling, hissing, revolving and tumbling
Like a million ocean waves,
Unraveling itself in its splendor;
Surging, splurging and lunging forward
Like a roaring lion
Seeking to subdue it's helpless prey
We encamped around the fire
At the village ilo 
Titled men of Onicha ugbo,
Telling tales of valor
To psyche themselves
To the point of equilibrium
As men saturated in a binge
Of snuff, kola-nut and red bull,
With eyes of fire,
Await words of armistice
From Ukwunzu village
Drenched in the momentous suspense
Characterized by the uncertainty and promise
Which sneak in with dawn
As night tired limbs,
Like a ship gliding through 
A voluptuous Ocean, 
Navigates the unwinding path of darkness,
Devouring it copiously,
Seeking with desperation 
To berth at dawn's 
Promising shores
Our despair turns to fear,
Fear begets ambivalence 
And uncertainty translates 
To aspirations for
Dawn's hopeful uhuru

Uhuru

UHURU






No one ever gets freedom on a platter of gold...

Without a fight, indoctrination may continue for

Another generation, convincing and bold..

Till a people fade with time, clanging to memories of before..






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The Africans of Old

THE AFRICANS OF OLD.




The Africans of old
At night, slept and of Africa 
For Africa they dreamt
Of a day to come 
When Africans will be free 
Uhuru Uhuru Uhuru
From every form of enslavement 
And oppressions. 

The Africans of old
In peace and harmony coexisted 
mpende jirani yako kama unavyojipenda
Oh they knew how to live 
For self and their community 
Ubuntu Ubuntu Ubuntu
Hold a man up in his most darkest hour'
For I am because we are.

The Africans of ages past
Held true friends with both hands
For to wash one hand properly
The other is implore.
Won mo 'That a man without a good friend
Was he without a good fortune'
Awethu Awethu Awethu
Because the power to be - ing
Resides with the people.





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Weeping Africa

I hear Africa weeping
gnashing her teeth in cold
but custodians sit in glory

Cows mooing
bulls bellowing
trees whistling
wind blowing dust in eyes
land cracking and dusty
insects invading crops
women labor in vain
children- new market goats afar
young- girls cakes of pleasure
water migrating to the heavens
but custodians sit in glory

Tell me, weeping Africa
what went wrong?
two generations after Uhuru
Africa telephones heaven, no network
Is Africa blacklisted by God?

Tell me weeping Africa
why do custodians sit in glory,
citizens eat dust
children orphaned
foxes feast on dead meat
why, why?
what went wrong?

From the Other Side

it feels like recently
when you typed my name
our names 
on a piece of paper
in our computer class that day
in Nairobi
it feels so close... learning ms word, ms excel etc
newbies to computers
yet we just focused on ourselves
lovers in the class
dreamers of love
our love

That day the weather was hot
the streets were busy
we run holding hands
free
laughing
had some chips and sausage
you had coke, i had fanta
and we explored further

Uhuru park was like our home
we loved that park
we always went there after our class
a freedom park
and truly the love was freely felt when there
we talked for hours
we planned our futures
we agreed to meet again
to be together again

it was a hard day
to say goodbye
you were going for further studies
and i was staying behind

we watched the piece of paper with our names on it
as it flew up the air
hoping
dreaming

i miss you so much



Thank you Hello by Adele. Tears....memories...more tears...

Africa Chants

The beat of the jembe, a pulse of unity between embodiment and self. 
The seeds of Ubuntu, our grandmothers sowed in murmured displays.
The grunt of a Kudu, an imprinted bellow of pride in the herd. 
To Witness Uhuru, if conscious of self a prophecy dwells.
The Black Conscious Gurus, a pride in depression neglecting oppression. 
The Black Conscious movement the beautiful course depicting progression!

Kangou

I stood at the edge of exhaustion
quietly sipping my cup of palmwine
when I saw Sabri,
frazzled but unyielding in her soft scrubs,
our eyes locked for a brief moment
In her gaze were buckets of hope
Oh! Bijou of destiny!!
maiden of Pointe-Noire!!!
you ignited the embers

She was going to touch me
but I was jolted from reverie
when Uhuru my noisy neighbour
spilled some palmwine on my face
though upset, I licked the sweetness off my lips
with the composure of a fulfilled nonagenarian
and smiled as I saw once again, the torch of our futures
glittering like fire beneath a kettle
Her name, all carved in flames of gold...Kangou!

Dreaming Home

DREAMING HOME…

In cosmic dreams,
I’ve waded the Nile
In golden Nubian sunsets;

Felt the warm breath
Of Sahara breeze
Kiss my cheeks;

Made my bed in tall savanna grass
And cooled my soul
In rain forest dew;

I’ve crouched beneath Gold Coast palms:
A palm wine drunkard…
Arms flung wide;

My soul
Has soared 
Atop Uhuru Peak:

Yes, 
I too,
Dream of Africa.

Star Bound

While  traveling at warp speed on the Enterprise
 Captain Kirk came across a pleasant surprise
He came upon  the planet Poetron
Where the written word was spawned

So Scottie beamed him down
 To see what he could find
 The planet had a reddish brown
surface, and with letters it was mined

 The captain stepped on a vowel
And immediately he started to rhyme
But as he began to spell
The letters  turned  into slime
And   Kirk began to sink into a soupy grime

 But Scottie managed to  beam him up in time
And the captain  became a poet in his prime
Uhuru seemed to like his poetic lines
But Spock was not so inclined
And Bones thought he had lost his mind
But everything turned  out fine

Then at warp speed he headed off to adventures new
To a strange planet called Haiku

Joseph May
Theme: Kirk  becomes a poet

Failure

I am not a player
But a hunter 
penetrating your soul like an American vampire sucking your blood, am no Adolph Hitler
destroying a civilization
creating the Aryan nation. 
I’m not like the bomb in Hiroshima 
but my words are nuclear 
destroying your devilish philosophy,
I don’t eat no spaghetti 
‘cause me no Benito Mussolini;
I am
animal
cannibal 
just like Idyanimal Dada
using my words to trap you.
Call me whatever! 
Cause you don’t know me 
but
I know you
cause
me no the poet 
but 
the poem made by the sound of hand grenades
creating painful melodies 
chanting 
Uhuru Africa!

Celebrating 50:Xv

This year while England keeps her diamong jubilee
Jamaica's independence grows under the monarchy
And I know that Nanny's longing to set this land free
Meant national ownership of our borowed soveriegnty
What shall I tell Juan De Bolas, or Cudjoe today
What will I to Tacky or noble Bogle dare now say
That Sam Sharpe's legacy is not understood, may
We say to Marcus, not yet uhuru, wait another day
O country men, the hour is late, let us rise up today
And sweep the debris that deluge our history away.

The African Cry

Mama Africa, 
Land of my ancestors' birth;
Source of all mankind, 
the once Shangri la of mother earth.

Stir up the spirit of the Mau-Mau in vibrato on the bongo.
Your ways are far higher than the crags of the Kilimanjaro. 
Let the cry for freedom rides the winds of the Serengeti,
 and the walls of segregation fall like confetti.

With careful utterances, 
ransack the minds of the pig-headed souls.
Uhuru milele! Milele bure!
Adamantly, gluttons deprive her black gold. 
In the villages, griots will invoke a new story.

Follow the way of the lion, 
and watch out for the hyenas.
When the rivers are dry in Tanzania, 
danger resides in the mud. 
Remember; when liberty is threaten in Somalia,
 freedom is written in blood.
Blood stained her crevices with love; 
black sons’ and black daughters’ blood.

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