Job Ombati

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CONFUSION
Few are the confusions
like that of a dog on funeral day.
So many feet, so many sombre faces.
...

He clutches the bottle firmly.
Sometimes when out of hand,
he caresses it.
Softly as he could maiden love.
...

SCAVENGER LOVE
Man scavenger.
Bird scavanger.
Animal scavanger.
...

MY FRIEND KYEVA F KYALO
Few strutted the academic landscape like did you.
Softly but indelible steps left
that years later your efforts
...

BEFORE THEE I COME
On bended knees I cometh.
Without mascara;
no pedicure
...

My brother Robert
I mourn you my brother
Good to me you were during your day.
Now that night has come and you've retired;
...

WHEN WE WERE YOUNG J. M. Ombati
We're are old.
Grizzled, used, tired
Our vision strong but dimmed.
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Job Ombati Biography

Job Ombati is a high school teacher in Kenya's capital city, Nairobi. He is a poet and lover of poetry.)

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Confusions

CONFUSION
Few are the confusions
like that of a dog on funeral day.
So many feet, so many sombre faces.
To bark or not.

A sea just arrives, and sits.
Talk is subdued.
To hear there shouldn't be a barking.
The mood is depressing,
not a single smile,
no petting, food a plenty but no love.

What happened?
What happened to the owner of the whistle?
They whistle, they call 'Simbaaa! '
But not like the owner of the whistle.
They throw food,
but not sweet as that thrown by the owner of the whistle.

Why so much trepidation in the homestead?
Why do people just arrive and congregate at the freshly dug mound?
The ways of man!

Rare faces depart.
Joy, the carefreeness
is gone.
Children laughter returns,
kites fly high,
skunks steal chicken in the stillness of the night.
But the urge, is lost.

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