The unsaid us…
If you listen
You can hear it,
The campus; it groans McGregor
In silence, a cry from within…
The unspoken curses, the scared us
Scholars, the threatened society…
For the nights errands have been cancelled
The nights of our ‘Pita’ have come
Activated by darkness, just cut a few
Parts of our heads
Some lights were placed, contingency someone said
Did they heal the broken confidence?
When some brethren from the congregation
Said no to dark time prayers
And that girl from the extreme school
Not able to Kamukunjically threaten…
Wore a blouse; ‘I aint scared of you!’
In time when others made some calls home
A few felt to leave… but exams were coming
So that when that playerful lover called
Told the sweetie he can’t make it
She understood, the reign of Mashoka
Thought of searching for ‘Pita’
But within, our heads so precious
Could we wear a helmet?
Has he a shortage of Shoka’s
Haven’t heard that he threw
Can’t bear to lose one?
Next time you strike, tutaasha stima mchana!
Comrading..! The student leader advised
When some are so deep in books
For the library seats, have groaned in emptiness
Two months now behind
A few just found love…
After all, there will be handouts.
So we keep in silence
Not saying much of what the Mashoka.!
In hope our heads won’t be his right
Trusting he won’t cut our beloved
As long as they don’t live past stage
And if they do, they patrol themselves
But who said that such issues, should bother?
Did your mum say you came to learn..?
We watch a few action movies
In our silent fight-back
Eating our early bought meals after assignments
Talk a few stories, wait for the semester close
As we consider our past errors, a vow not to repeat
Time will be past, a new start here
Our homes waiting, there we graduate
We have left…
By James King’ori.
School of Information Science
Wow! What a great work. Kudos dear. We need a voice against the mashoka thing.
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