It is different now (9, 10, 11) — Peter B. Cuktu

9. It is different nowWe and our animals survivingThe dry lakes are full of fishesOur prayers have been answeredNo more wolves in sheep skinsRe-entering our ranches, in kinds or cashArmed with baits and sinisters’ stringsA clique of fishermen, as usual, attempting“Scrambling”, hooking fishesThis time, too late“Stumbling” and falling headlong. 10. Reeds on paths may notBe […]

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Where are the ancestors? the gods? — Bakong Obi

Wake up from your dreams, your tombs.Gather your shambas, your spears and guns,the tribe is sick, it must be cleansed.Else we perish with the mounting tideof modernization. Awake, all youths, from your slumbers!Shake off the clutches of your parents,Wipe away the saliva from your mouths.The tribe is sick it must be cleansed;you must not wait […]

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