This Weather Poem by Hesbon Nyamweya

The weather has taken a new fierce turn.......
With clouds of pepper smoke that you see none......
None to trust even the die hard funs....
Funs who send stones to mediate with bullets.....
Which wanders the street and balconies in fullest....
Dropping bodies as they walk along with corpse wallets....
This weather then wipe its burrel and say its all okay.




Its this weather the hailstone of bullets and rocks.....
That we bury the fallen and console the dismaid folks....
We know no brother and unity we always mock.....
The masterminers ravish and many bottles they knock....
As we dine in hatred and peace is a long gone talk.....
From women and children this weather knows no one.




The weaathermen talk and hugs over coffee.......
We fight and die 'wakipiga makofi'(clap) .....
Some crowned as plants others wiped llike weed.....
In harvoc do we not all suffer and bleed....
How do we bury the hatchet and save this breed.....
When smelly water of tribalism wash away our nation creed....
Then we go back this harsh weather.END