Lest We Forget

When I look on a fellow blackman

And imagine him tilling

On a land faraway

Naked

For no pay

The scars awaken

 

We battle tears

When we open history books

To see black bodies being transported across seas of pages

Their bells chiming sad songs as they walk

From one continent to the next

From glory to disdain

We put ourselves in their skins

Because we share the same tone

And our tears now

Have formed another Atlantic

Hoping our pride can use it to cross back to us

 

But what to do now?

We cannot forget

Unless we change the color of our skins

 

African chiefs

Will you fall for the same traps as your forefathers?

The wealth didn’t remain with us

But the tears never seem to end

Lest you forget

Do It Sister

Do it Sister

 

Push them up sister, push them higher

Your skirt too, let them see through

Reveal more skin, let glances steal

The tighter the jeans, the more the glee

 

Make them plead to touch the beautiful things

Hope to taste you forbid, sin you may commit

Many likes and beautiful comments

You will get from the ones you torment

 

But if they break in, without asking for the keys

Who will you blame for your silly games?

Diseases you may get, health you will forget

All for what you wore, for their likes and comments

~Hinga 2013.

Thoughts of a Traveller

As I travel along this long road

I realize that am growing old

and I wonder who one day  my hand will hold

so that together we can make a home.

Could it be someone I know?

I stop and sit down

and my mind ponder on  the girls I know

from our hood to the ridges beyond

Could it be someone I know?

Starting from the rich man’s girl

who walks always head up high

may be searching for others like her

in the sky up there, among the stars

for she never speaks to any of us

members of the poor man’s clan

but with fate you never know

am prudent enough not to write her off

It could be her, only God knows

The poor man’s spawn

Tall, elegant and ebony

her voice a glorious melody

I long to see her day after day

in the fields as we graze

to be with her I always pray

my wish is to always hold her hand

For all I know.

But

wishes are not horses, nor beggars riders

 my wish to have her may be the horse I can’t have

other foxes may steal her away from me

because they have claws sharper than the cats teeth

I have to consider other choices far from these

maybe even to cross  land and see

To meet someone I have never known.

I Love Her

I Love Her

I will tell her I love her, yes I must

I will gather up courage and walk up to her hut

Get down on knee and pour out my heart

Utter lovely words with a rose flower in my hand

Sing to her a lovely song like the humming bird

Draw a lovely picture of us together on a post card

Will you join me in telling her?

 I will tell her despite what she did in 2007

 Choose to forget the blood she shed back then

 Choose to ignore the tribal lines

 Love her despite who is president

 Celebrate with her when Kemboi wins the steeplechase

 Enjoy together Waithera’s precious cabbages

Eaten together with Otieno’s ugali and fish

 Go to bed together when she wins the rugby sevens

 And sob together when Harambee stars taste defeat

I love her shape, a beautiful landscape

Together we will go for many dates, enjoying our diversity

Let us all run together and embrace her with open arms

Get down on our knees and repent our atrocities

Please join me in telling her I love her

Our forefathers fought hard to redeem her out of bondage

And now you want to lock her in a cold cage?

Kenya ni sisi na sisi ni Kenya. We are one.

~Hinga © 2013