Treasure Island

Gedion Onyango

Our Development Partner

He was clad with a huge un-proportional stick,
Unlike the one of my village elder
Amid thunderous applause and spouting sweats from his audience,
His nose pointed high in the assessment of our fresh air
Or maybe in acknowledgment of slavery welcome from the long dressed hosts
His eyes hidden from the cruelty of the flames of our sweet sunshine
He carried with him the future of our kids and commandments of our actions
Our development partner
But, at the nights and behind our backs,
I heard that he performed what they call cattle rustling,
I heard my bull crying in the pen,
Then the next day I watched on the television that its horns were cut off,
And its corpses left rotting
I also heard that we could not find these horns at the airport
Where I almost strip naked to get in
But our development partner is concerned
As he reiterated that their land will of course
Bring the culprit to action for the sake of the love between us.

Submitted: Sunday, January 19, 2014

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