DADHE GODANA BORU;Our Disunity, Their Prosperity
We people of Waso land
Cry and cry rivers
Where are our elders?
Aren't they our gate keepers?
Just before their eyes, our land is breeding monsters
Silent we are and yet myriads of things are out of order
We people of Waso land
Woke up from you dogmatic slumber
They make us fight and hate one another
And baptized us on altars of clanism and tribalism, to make us their member
And members we are, drumming our support for them, oblivious of the future bondage
Silent we are, for our heart and mind, brain and brawn they have hold hostage
And a such
The conditions of our roads are disgusting
The health facilities in our land are dilapidating
The performance in our schools is discouraging
Public funds in our institutions are meant for embezzling
And we the people of Waso land are sleeping
While the bedbugs causing all this lives in our bedding, happily sucking
After they get satisfied, the language they use is never gentle
But do we have options other than developing a tough shell like that of a turtle
Hiding our head inside until another time come to change the leadership mantle
But they will still make a grand comeback, for they have learnt the best way to fight this battle
From our disunity, they benefit and from our silence they gobble what belong to us.
And when we realize their heinous act, they give us hand outs to get a safe passage to earn bonus
Proud sons and daughters of Waso land
Who will ever change this old brand?
Remember the Siamese revolution in Thailand
A few individual fought and today they have their Canaan; Thailand, their dreamland
Our clans aside, our tribe aside, let’s unite and end this game
For beyond this we will be ashamed sons and daughters of “wasteland”
Wednesday, 9 April 2014
Thursday, 20 March 2014
DADHE GODANA BORU;THE GIFTS OF INDEPENDENCE TO NORTHERNERS
DADHE GODANA BORU;THE GIFTS OF INDEPENDENCE TO NORTHERNERS
“To the people who live in the northeast region, I have this to say. We know that many of you are herdsmen during the day and Shifta during the night, others conceal Shifta and refuse to give information about their movement” Prime Minister Jomo Kenyatta addressing the Kenyan house of parliament in 1964
If the trees in my mother land could walk
And walk fast in the court rooms and testify
And the rocky Merti plateau could talk
And talk aloud on what it had seen with its naked eyes
The world would be stunned with what happened in northern juggle, fifty years ago
The year was nineteen sixty three
When Kenya got independence and finally we were free
Kenyans were happy and in jubilation spree
But the people of northern Kenya were on their feet
The arrival of the military convoys marked the beginning of those dark days
Gruesome torture and murder was the order of the day
Men and women, old and young, non was spared
Some stronger ones survived, the weaker ones perished
Concentration camps were our homes for years
Homes where for years we shaded tears
Like animals we were herded, no contacts with our dears
No water, no food; dying of thirst and starvation was all very clear
Men of the smoky metal were all over our jungle
Beating indiscriminately with the butts of their riffles
Some died, others survived though many were crippled
Others ran away but unlucky ones were trampled on and killed
Our animals were confiscated from our beautiful land of pasture
I guess you can now understand why abject poverty in our land is a conspicuous feature
And that is why, generation after had a pathetic future
Future characterized by ugly face of dependency on well wishers
Sorry to our sisters, mothers and grandmothers
Their nakedness were exposed in presences of their youngsters
What follows was rape at a gunpoint by this monsters
Will they ever realize the life time damage they caused these survivors?
Shifta war was highly publicized
First the whole community was criminalized
And later marginalized
As such, in the northern jungle, no meaningful development was realized
So, were these the gifts of independence to the people of northern Kenya?
THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO THE VICTIMS/SURVIVORS OF SHIFTA WAR (1963-1967)
“To the people who live in the northeast region, I have this to say. We know that many of you are herdsmen during the day and Shifta during the night, others conceal Shifta and refuse to give information about their movement” Prime Minister Jomo Kenyatta addressing the Kenyan house of parliament in 1964
If the trees in my mother land could walk
And walk fast in the court rooms and testify
And the rocky Merti plateau could talk
And talk aloud on what it had seen with its naked eyes
The world would be stunned with what happened in northern juggle, fifty years ago
The year was nineteen sixty three
When Kenya got independence and finally we were free
Kenyans were happy and in jubilation spree
But the people of northern Kenya were on their feet
The arrival of the military convoys marked the beginning of those dark days
Gruesome torture and murder was the order of the day
Men and women, old and young, non was spared
Some stronger ones survived, the weaker ones perished
Concentration camps were our homes for years
Homes where for years we shaded tears
Like animals we were herded, no contacts with our dears
No water, no food; dying of thirst and starvation was all very clear
Men of the smoky metal were all over our jungle
Beating indiscriminately with the butts of their riffles
Some died, others survived though many were crippled
Others ran away but unlucky ones were trampled on and killed
Our animals were confiscated from our beautiful land of pasture
I guess you can now understand why abject poverty in our land is a conspicuous feature
And that is why, generation after had a pathetic future
Future characterized by ugly face of dependency on well wishers
Sorry to our sisters, mothers and grandmothers
Their nakedness were exposed in presences of their youngsters
What follows was rape at a gunpoint by this monsters
Will they ever realize the life time damage they caused these survivors?
Shifta war was highly publicized
First the whole community was criminalized
And later marginalized
As such, in the northern jungle, no meaningful development was realized
So, were these the gifts of independence to the people of northern Kenya?
THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO THE VICTIMS/SURVIVORS OF SHIFTA WAR (1963-1967)
Saturday, 15 March 2014
DADHE GODANA BORU;Dear Dad
DADHE GODANA BORU;Dear Dad
Dear Dad
You are little known to people around us
As a good old man, quite and courteous
As a man, not so much but a bit humorous
And that is all they can say about you, dad, indeed little knowledge is for sure dangerous
Am happy to have you in my life
Many children have fathers but no dad
But I have two in one, I have both
Thank you dad for not many men have kept that oath
You are my nearest and dearest friend
A friend on whom I always depend
With your help the ladder of success I will always ascend
If anyone will ever look for a true friend, it’s you, dad that I will always recommend
You took care of me with precision
And loved me with passion
The advice you gave me speaks all about your vision
To see me happy and outstanding in a million
The sacrifices you made for me is just unforgettable
You were master of odd jobs and that was remarkable
From a chain man to a cook, a carpenter to a herder, all was unbelievable
This struggle will only be seen in “the third world war battle”
This gift of struggle and sacrifice is the greatest gift of all
And forever this, I will recall
Daddy,
I pray to God that you live long
That He grant you good health, for I love to see you grow old but strong
That He grant you a place in paradise, life thereafter, for I believe that’s where you belong
I thank God for your world, your world that taught me to evade wrongs
And that is why your name will forever be preserved in songs
Dear Dad
You are little known to people around us
As a good old man, quite and courteous
As a man, not so much but a bit humorous
And that is all they can say about you, dad, indeed little knowledge is for sure dangerous
Am happy to have you in my life
Many children have fathers but no dad
But I have two in one, I have both
Thank you dad for not many men have kept that oath
You are my nearest and dearest friend
A friend on whom I always depend
With your help the ladder of success I will always ascend
If anyone will ever look for a true friend, it’s you, dad that I will always recommend
You took care of me with precision
And loved me with passion
The advice you gave me speaks all about your vision
To see me happy and outstanding in a million
The sacrifices you made for me is just unforgettable
You were master of odd jobs and that was remarkable
From a chain man to a cook, a carpenter to a herder, all was unbelievable
This struggle will only be seen in “the third world war battle”
This gift of struggle and sacrifice is the greatest gift of all
And forever this, I will recall
Daddy,
I pray to God that you live long
That He grant you good health, for I love to see you grow old but strong
That He grant you a place in paradise, life thereafter, for I believe that’s where you belong
I thank God for your world, your world that taught me to evade wrongs
And that is why your name will forever be preserved in songs
DADHE GODANA BORU; It’s Because Of You That I Am Me
DADHE GODANA BORU;Its Because Of You That I am Me
The year was nineteen eighty three
After nine month of growth in your womb, I was free
But I could not do a thing without your care, just like
a seedling of a tree
Despite our abject poverty, you raised me and gave me
all including expensive college degree
Thank you mum, it’s because of you that I am me
Your Life without me would have been trouble-free, you would have succeed
But since am a human being with a mouth to feed
You had to go through thick and thin, that’s why
you had to bleed
The scars on your hands and feet reflects the
struggles you made just to satisfy my needs
Thank you mum, it’s because of you that I am me
The infinite love you showed me, I can never
explain
The sacrifice and suffering you made to raise me, I
can’t imagine the pain
The penalties you gave me just to correct me, I
will never complain
The spirit of hard work and respect that you
inculcated in me, I will forever retain
Thank you mum, it’s because of you that I am me
There are sacrifices in life you made for me that
none can dare
You were ready to lose your life for me and yet it
has no spare
You are one person mum that I don’t want to see her
face glare
I must have been very lucky; getting such a
wonderful person under the sun is very rare
Thank you mum, it’s because of you that I am me
IT’S A SPECIAL DEDICATION TO MY MUM; KOYITI GODANA
BORU
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