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4 article(s) translated from Swahili

My Friends

My friends are distressed Stunned into silence Many of them grieve And all have despaired Suddenly the night has attacked us It’s so dark I can’t see my path Darkness spreads over everything Like grief after a death            People look for light They search for candles, lanterns To cast light on this tragedy Instead of lighting their houses My friends grieve And my brothers Stunned into silence Everyone despairs       ...

Crocodile

I too have words; I’ll join those already speaking; I’ll gild my verse so it pleases those who’re reading; Untwist these words, for their sense may be misleading. There’s a croc gliding smugly down the river, A boastful sop who believes he’s brave and clever. He loves to talk, tells the world he’ll live forever. With fool’s conceit he strings himself along, Sustains belief that he’ll always be this strong, But...

Poor Grandpa!

I never wanted to remember at all, let alone write about, what transpired when I took a walk with Grandpa to the sprawling Kariobangi slum area, that part of the slum known as Korogocho. I didn’t want to look back again, to reopen an old wound. An open sore for which there is no remedy, one that has refused to improve to a scar. An open sore. A huge open sore. It oozes with pus and discomfort, and constantly fills me with fright. However, my friends have urged me to write in detail...

The Wretched of Uhuru

After Uhuru, a new scramble began. A race for wealth and riches. As one member of parliament who cared about the country’s future put it: with Uhuru had come, sadly, a new contest for lucre. In an ordinary race, runners start together from a single spot. But this mad scramble for riches did not keep to the rules. When this contest began, some runners were already well ahead of others. Gathered at the front were the few who had benefited from colonial rule. In return for helping the...

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