The Vague six
At 6 .p.m. he was sworn in as Mr. President
And Six weeks of madness engulfed the nation
Six thousand litres of Blood was shed in death
Six African elders flew in trying to stop this unfolding hell
Six provinces were burning with ethnic gall
Sixty days did they need to talk, to save a people?
Six P’s of national destruction fed on our sanity
...Power politics
Punctured patience
Populist pronunciations
Preposterous proposals
Pessimistic populations and
Prying Poverty
While the virtuous Six P’s of Peace we tossed into the oceans
...Persistent Prayer
Provident Patience
Preserved Politeness
Proclaimed Patriotism
Poised Prudence and
Projected Positivity
Six times six months on and Ocampo read out his dreaded list
Six suspected prime perpetrators of the violence it named
Splashed across all major National TV stations as ‘breaking news’
All six denied six times more than one could deem necessary
If we are to celebrate our sixty years of independence with pride
We have Six times two years to probe our past
Six times two years to heal our wounds
Six times two years to reconcile our differences
Six times two years to overhaul our politics
Six times two years to wage our visions
Six times two years to build a just and equitable society
Six times two years to become one nation
And six rivers of reason we will have to cross as a nation
Before we go through our sixth election since the second liberation peacefully
So Use your sixth sense wisely
Dedication
For Wanjohi wa Makokha 2010
Beyond the hillocks, hemming the horizon
Two Black roses cast upon the chequered sky
Flick strokes of novelty with the wind’s hand
Scouring through the depths of dim abysses
Hurling blemished myths and coy mysteries
Seeking to unravel the wisdom realms of yore
Buoyed by the drifts of truth, rifts of creativity
Perched on the crisp cusps of curiosity; imagination
Time rains dews of understanding on our hats; knowledge
The unsettled search, like the seasonal tilling of fields
Trotting the tangled paths, through glades; reassurances
That tempers the future’s uncertainty with radiant hope
Alas! Now time has ceded the ‘out of bounds’ stance
And now the livid literary world is invited abreast
To savour the raw confines of these two shrines of wits
By and by; unavoidably a flooding stream bursts its banks
By its bed it guides its waters into the never satisfied sea
The altitude of its brows; brains, gives pace to the water flow
SHE
She
Elegant
Tender in manner
Smooth in touch
Seraphic
Mild
She
Of enamouring scent
Moon wink eyes that charm
And seductively warm smile
And silky hair that cascades down her lapels
To caress her luscious round upright breasts
On the mellow meadows
Where the blue violets blossom
To splash their wet petals
Playing with the butterflies
As the wind gently swirls
The romantic aura
Of the riverine scent
In a mild cyclone
Around her waist
Then...
A voice so hollow
I could hear calling out her name
From the Crystal fountains in the garden
From the depths of the whispering streams
From the dense forests of the waving cedars
From the beckoning brows of hillocks on the horizon
From the harmonious nightly choir of chirping crickets
From the silent journey of stars across the shaded night sky
The purring cat and the clattering cans by the roadside too
Call out her name to the universe in admiration and adoration
Wishing her tidings of joy and freedom beyond natures essence
Beyond the purity of love, divinity of truth and labours of fertility
Beyond the beauty of her poetry and the rhapsodies of her heart
The desires she cares and tends
Are precious imprints
On the sands of time
In her stride
Her pride
Her thighs
Her legs
Long
Trim
Naked
Down
To her feet
Where all bow
They that appreciate her royalty
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