Gedion Onyango

Of course, I do
I hate all those rituals
I loath it like sin
I hate whatever it stands for
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It's long since I stopped believing in human wisdom.
Long since I stopped distinguishing wisdom of the old - and
Stupidity of the new generation
It's un-intelligible to know what the new generation does differently
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The doctor in my village is a witch
That is why I like yours
He wear refined costumes
He hardly talk with threats
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The other day the medicine sublimed from a public hospital
The other day we saw over the television the statesman
Promising to stop insanity in the medical sector
And stop the deaths over the floors of hospital corridors and rusted squawky beds
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If there is anything I can do
Is to run out and embrace the sun for you
I will bow my neck in appreciation
And clean your feet with my hairs
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We are not tribal, neither are we racist
we don't discriminate with our religions
we are a great people of sound mind and conscience
we are a creative population of great ambitions
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I once trudged these soils!
Flipping my chipping depleting skin. Face. limbs and nibs of knowledge
I experienced the sweetness. bitterness. Beauty and incorrigibility of nature
But I knew not his face. I knew no his soul.
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30 degrees celcious,
the sun blazed from the sky
Their skins weary and tired
they slumbered off under the graveyard shadows
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Now that you know
tell me
tell me softly and slowly
whisper to me smoothly
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In my sleep,
I saw the sky ramble
the dark and the white clouds
violently torn apart
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Clad in godly attire
He spoke softly and confidently
and he said to me – If you’re to go to heaven
– then we’ll have to baptize you
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Who remembers you
old soldier
apart from your loved ones?
Which country weeps for you
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And when that time come,
when my time come
I will go down into the darkest hole
where I will lie still and breathless
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Over these valleys and our small mountains, the bewitched tentacles are hovering,
Spreading and spitting its dark poisonous wisdom over this land,
Its dark hearts clamping evil in our souls, and hatred to ourselves
The loathsome neighborliness and structural decay
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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
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My child listen
take a pen and a paper and sit next to me
for this is the best inheritance I can offer you
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Oh! Love of my life, you are the sky of hope
The river in our village knows this
And the birds whisper your names as I pass
I wonder how you fly so well, and carry my heart
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I have never tasted the best decision
as that of falling in love with you
I have admired the beauty of your weaknesses
and I have never grieved over them
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I looked into his stern and weary rude face
his eyelids were desperate
cracked and still.
Mounted by the spirits of poverty,
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I am in a self constructed prison,
I am taunted and bleeding in my heart
I am sick and full of uncertainty
I am lonely and isolated
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