Grass will grow

Mwalimu-G

Mwalimu-G

Elder Lister
Grass will grow

By Johnathan Kariara

If you should take my child Lord
Give my hands strength to dig his grave
cover him with earth
Lord send a little rain
For grass will grow

If my house should burn down
So that the ashes sting the nostrils
Making the eyes weep
Then Lord send a little rain
For grass will grow

But Lord do not send me
Madness
I ask for tears
Do not send me moon hard madness
To lodge snug in my skull
I would rather you sent me hordes of horses
Galloping
Crushing
But do not break
The yolk of the moon on me.

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Rest in peace, champs!
 
QuadroK4000 said:
.. On a different note, in high school I loved poems and studied this particular poem. Little did I know that all those 'stanzas' would play at some point in my life.

That story is very sad.

May those souls rest in peace.
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Imagine hiyo story ili stick in my heart all those years. Nilisoma in the anthology called Poems From East Africa pamoja na ingine inaitwa A Freedom Song (Atieno yo).
 
Mwalimu-G said:
Imagine hiyo story ili stick in my heart all those years. Nilisoma in the anthology called Poems From East Africa pamoja na ingine inaitwa A Freedom Song (Atieno yo).
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Songs of Lawino and that poem on stomach pains one caused by hunger (the driver) another caused by over indulgence (the PS).
 
As a parent to school going kids, I'm gutted to see this, and the accompanying politics, which shows the lack of humanity and the level of political marionettes of the Mpigs.
Disgusted at so many levels, may the parents of these kids, find peace and acceptance during this sad time.
 
Building the Nation

By Henry Barlow (Uganda)

Today I did my share

In building the nation.



I drove a Permanent Secretary

To an important, urgent function

In fact, to a luncheon at the Vic.

The menu reflected its importance

Cold bell beer with small talk,

Then fried chicken with niceties

Wine to fill the hollowness of the laughs

Ice-cream to cover the stereotype jokes

Coffee to keep the PS awake on the return journey.



I drove the Permanent Secretary back.

He yawned many times in back of the car

Then to keep awake, he suddenly asked,

Did you have any lunch friend?

I replied looking straight ahead

And secretly smiling at his belated concern

That I had not, but was slimming!

Upon which he said with a seriousness

That amused more than annoyed me,

Mwananchi, I too had none!

I attended to matters of state.

Highly delicate diplomatic duties you know,

And friend, it goes against my grain,

Causes me stomach ulcers and wind.

Ah, he continued, yawning again,

The pains we suffer in building the nation!

So the PS had ulcers too!

My ulcers I think are equally painful

Only they are caused by hunger,

Not sumptuous lunches!



So two nation builders

Arrived home this evening

With terrible stomach pains

The result of building the nation -- Different ways.
 
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