I mean, people (still) woke up
dead
Others disappeared then reappeared
dead
Our soon to be parents
Still met up in disco (matangas)
For a moment, swung their bell-bottom trousers
To the rhythm of the wind.
While they drank the konyagi of their time
They spoke in low tones
Of the man. of the man. of the man. of the man. of the man. of the man. of the man. of the man.
Who was picked up at their work place
Who got thrown off the 18th floor of Nyayo House onto the traffic on Uhuru Highway
Who set himself on fire before shooting himself at Got Alila
They whispered the names
Of the men.the men.the men.the men.the men.the men.the men.the men.the men.the men
Who picked their brother up?
Who ordered the killings?
Titus Adungosi. Mbaraka Kaiunja. Alexander Kipsang Muge. Karimi Nduthu. Father John Kaiser.
I mean they watched mothers strip naked
To protest their sons' freedom.
Watched a mad woman tell the dictator to cut a single tree
And he’ll know the root of her madness.
And every Sunday, they wore their best clothes
Went to church. Sang hymns and made prayers.
Then later went for dates at Uhuru Park
Where they drank Fanta and fed each other chips
The way lovers in romantic films do
Shared jokes and laughed in each others ears
The way lovers in romantic films do
Then went home and (made love) fucked
Fathering us — children of a promise.
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