Zanzibar Stinks Slavery Poem by alexander opicho

Zanzibar, the city of slavery,
Afro-Indian Slavers and black slaves,
Where Tipu Tipu the Arab played the a flute,
And Africa of Ujiji to Malawi danced
Into the Indian merchant money harvest
Along the narrow dumb corridors and streets
Replete of forsaken stinking cadavers of black slaves
Forlorn skulls and white bones of rotten black slaves
Black children black women and black captives,
Only the pricey cargoes for slave trade
By black chiefs, Arab masters of conquests
And all the Indian friends of capital,

Zanzibar you are a historical stench
Reeking dead slaves, dead of hunger
Lashes of the whip, the knife and the gun,
Cholera, malaria, crowding, rape and cruelty of homosexual,
How can we the black ones live under the weight of your memory?
You the slave-trading city that ate my father, my mother, my uncle,
You ennobled slaving Indians, slave raiding Arabs and white slave buyers
However, you made Africa an eyesore of its own history, your memory is heavy
You! The land of Hadimu and Tumbatu, the gentle ones of Africa
Bring back our people you took to Arabia
Bring back our people you took to Bombay-India
Bring back our people you took to America
Bring back our people you took to Yemen
They were shipped there for years and years
Million and million, families and families,
Children and children, girls for concubines,
lads for farm-workers, eunuchs and homosexual pets.

By-Alexander Opicho
From, Lodwar, Kenya
mail-opichoalexander@gmail.com