We Died Poem by Job Ombati

We died
the day our dreams were auctioned
to bidders from the east.
They smiled and we smiled.
Struggled to speak our language
and we said,
they after all
were our long lost brothers;
look at their eyes!

They trickled in.
And then drove in droves.
With hands of cooperation outstretched.
A curious language they spoke.
They understood ours,
but we, theirs we didn't.

They sent a head
donkeys of promise.
When we finally met,
just like did Jacob,
his jilted brother,
they promised more donkies
laden with goodies.
But first,
a place to dock the good donkeys.
a steel road to deliver the goods;
at our doors.
And we were now 'good buddies'.

Don't ask too much
-
The dock and road
were safe and secure.
We could go back and just sleep.
Ignore all black rumours!

Did we sell the dock? The Airport?
One question at a time please!
NO!
Can we touch the steel snake?
...
in admiration?
Yeah! Yeah!
No problem at all.
And lie on the steal road?
Yes!
For just a minute?
Yeah! Yeah!
Take a picture?
Why ask?
Aren't we from the same womb!
Adam was one!
Wasn't he?

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