Who doesn’t know him,
That son of the soil:
Whose name appealed to many ears like a popular riddim,
Whose dream incited the folks with anger to boil,
Whom thirst for knowledge had taken far-
And had him intoxicated with insanity,
We baptized him sir!
We were together in hell,
I blanketed him with my shadow,
Tear gas he couldn’t inhale,
And when we fly to heaven; he foresaw,
I would sit on his right,
And be served with bread and butter,
And accumulate peace day and night,
Because mine life will be better.
I crawled out destined to hustle,
But he clung on my back: help he needed,
I stood like a bamboo pole,
So he could climb to the top,
I interpreted his dream to my clansmen,
I knelt for them to endorse him,
And on a sunny day like this:
He got countless votes,
His name ruled the airwaves!
And he left on a motorcade,
With some creatures I knew not,
I ran to embrace him, but his boys became rude:
They ravaged my skin with whips so hot,
Until I neared the breaking point,
When they injected a bullet into my flesh!
The son of the soil didn’t see;
He was drunk with ecstasy.
To a garage was I rushed,
For my flesh to be formatted,
As I wait for a ticket to heaven.
My friend didn’t come,
So did the ticket!
I phoned him. But oh,”Samahani, mteja wa nambari unayopiga hapatikani mwaka huu.
Tafadhali jaribu mwaka jana au ujao!”
I was warned.
And my persistence made him switch off!
I missed the promised heaven,
I salivated for the bread and butter,
I longed to live his dream,
So I paid him a visit-
In the state house.
No bird flew me there,
No Benz drove me there;
But my feet.
A security officer advised me to hide-
For the big man would vomit at my sight,
But wasn’t he not a lifetime friend?
Had we not been in hell together?
And my quest ended,
I was kicked like a ball,
And branded the president’s assassin;
Send by bandits of justice!
So well they worked on me,
He glimpsed at me through a window,
And signaled them to return me to hell:
Our one time haven-
Where I am rotting today.
KHISA. W. Pius.