Celebrating East African Writing!
When they shout ’51 YEARS’
Secure your hope in an iron surrounding
‘Cause your actions could drive love away,
Whenever you get stuck on traffic
And thoughts flicker telling you a day has ended
And you breathe calls for destiny
And business on River Road gets you enchanted
And your sight gets blurry
And your days are not long enough,
You let yourself look,
As the pendulum keep going on and on
Promises are forgotten
Wounds are opened
Restless souls choose to take shades in parks,
Sleeping, longing for satisfaction
Waiting for a time when knots would be untied
Monstrous anger of blasts would shut
Tongues will be held
The cup of unity will be filled to the brim
Movements will be casual
And everyone will sing and dance!
Yet another Kenyan day has ended.
O pendulum, go slow.
© Achieng’ Em