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.