Felix Omondi: Maybe the Nyayo Era Wasn’t That Bad
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 […]