POETRY

Tears are speedy on your cheeks,

Moans and cries have been put on repeat.

Everyone is loving and innocent on this day,

Even that teaser and abuser is disappointed for me choosing this way.

It is on my burial day,

That the long-awaited, love is exposed.

I ask myself: if this love was poured on me before yesterday

Would I have weaved the rope you are crying on today?

Did you think of it?

That your actions were heavy loads on my small heart,

That made me think I’m worthless and being left apart.

Your abuses tore my septum day by day,

And no one thought of it, so why are you crying today?

You were all happy with the insults I was receiving,

You made me a pit for wastes; yes my heart didn’t contain microorganisms,

Nothing was decomposing.

So why are you crying?

These are just the fruits of your deeds.

Did you all think of it?

Did you think if your actions could be my heavy cross?

You drove me into abortion.

I mean those contaminations lead to my adaptation.

Did you think of my ending?

Oh yee,

Your smiles and happiness originated from my pains.

I walked in rain by your unspoken command,

I worked day and night to survive,

And today am no more.

Am gone with questions in my head,

I heard them speaking of rights,

Sitting in a well-protected site,

And the ii’s won.

They said we are all the same,

And when they violate them,

They say,

We didn’t agree on that.

My cost of leaving didn’t kill the living

What have you done on me?

I have gone without building a name,

How will they claim their clarity?

Your excuses made my voice unused,

You abused me and later accused me of hanging myself,

Pal let’s leave,

For our bodies are unseen,

But please repent your sins,

Goodbye and please, don’t cry.

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 (Self-translation from KISWAHILI)

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