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AFRICA IN LABOUR

Africa is in labour summon the village elders to make a prayer for the royal birth the brain child of heavenly matrimony as the fields turn golden ripe...with harvest let the celebrations begin, the ululations of the African woman, pour libation to the ancestors with pride for Africa is in labour The anxious mother writhes in pain her eyes shut as the memories of yester years fill her mind years of slavery, exploitation, poverty, the aftermath of racism and war burns like acid rain The beautiful pain of childbirth Africa's children lay scattered in the dust torn apart by untold calamities that rock the womb of black heritage she prepares her already full breasts for the coming child as tears stain her milky bosom Africa is in labour the naming ceremony is just about the royal cockerel is at the shrine it crows...several times if it crows 3 times, it is a girl,4 times, a boy 6 times it crows, a child..just a child Africa bursts into celebration A child is born A black child is born

BACK TO THE BASICS

Back to the basics; I have continued to battle with words that sound politically correct in recent days, including trying not to read between the lines in our daily newspapers, when indeed, the news is all between the lines. But in the same way that one loves with the heart and not with the mind, then, one can only be correct or wrong, disregard political, and it’s corrected-ness or lack of, that has found us a place with the pigs, even when our so called intellectual minds sit, sipping a chocolatey mocha, loving the nightly news or the bevy of beauties gracing the screens these days, the back and forth news of Premier today, no Premier tomorrow, sharing today, no sharing tomorrow. But, the pain that’s deeper in my heart, is that I have smelt burning, not flesh, but concrete, black smoke, money and hard work smoked up to the heavens that shot them back down for discoloring the pure white clouds above, on that day when traveling back to Nairobi from Kitale, my mind racing with