FOR BINTA

Like a plane tearing away the clouds in the sky,
So did our ark of love sore
It was an ark built by a cupid of love
Ah! My heart lept as we juggled over the jungles of love

Like a rampaging serpent the flood swept our ark of love and
Comfort fled from your eyes the moment you met him
Your smile invoked the hornets nest because
You seemed very far, far away

The marriage of our hearts was one sided
In the damply damply dark nights
As our things clashed and clapped under the sheets
Though married it was uncelebrated
Wet with ambivalent tears of sorrow and with
Rivers of water running down my cheeks I shouted

B
I
N
T
A

Why me!!!!!!

FOR BINTA

Like a plane tearing away the clouds in the sky,
So did our ark of love sore
It was an ark built by a cupid of love
Ah! My heart lept as we juggled over the jungles of love

Like a rampaging serpent the flood swept our ark of love and
Comfort fled from your eyes the moment you met him
Your smile invoked the hornets nest because
You seemed very far, far away

The marriage of our hearts was one sided
In the damply damply dark nights
As our things clashed and clapped under the sheets
Though married it was uncelebrated
Wet with ambivalent tears of sorrow and with
Rivers of water running down my cheeks I shouted

B
I
N
T
A

Why me!!!!!!

BEAUTIFUL kip it up

THE POEM OF A GRADUATE



LEAVING THE SANCTUARY BEAMING LIKE THE GLEAMING SUN

WE WERE CONFRONTED BY A DARK CLOUD

THERE WAS NO TRIUMPHANT ENTRY

THE DARK CLOUD WAS MATING WITH THE SUN

WITH A BIG SMILE FROM THE SUN


LIKE A COCKREL CHASING A HEN

SHE REFUSED TO BE SATISFIED

WE HAD TO SHEATH OUR DEGREES OF SHAME



WE BECAMES STRANGERS IN OUR LAND

OUR DEGREES COULD NOT GIVE US MANNA

WE ARE SLAVES, A KHAKIED SERVANT OF THE NATION FOR 12 MOONS

THE GLIM ON OUR FACES DISAPPEARED EVERYDAY THE MOON SLEPT



LIKE A BEE CHASING NECTAR

CASING OUR SECOND RATE DEGREES


WE BECAME A LEGION OF EMBATTLED COMBATANTS VIEWING

THE SCARVENGERS OF A FUTURE LEGION

WE SLAVED AS OUR VIRGIN PALMS TURNED CALLOUS

THE HOWLING OF OUR STOMACHS

PROTESTED AGAINST OUR POVERTY



THE STREAK OF THE ZEBRA

EMBODY OUR MINDS




AS A SILHOUETTE OF SCOFFERS DINE TO DECIDE OUR FATE

WE LURCH AROUND IN ANTICIPATION OF

AN INTERVIEW WITH PREGNANT VULTURES

WHO HAVE BEEN ON THE TRENCHES SINCE INDEPENDENCE



WE DON’T HAVE 30 PIECES OF KOBO TO RENDER

WE HAVE NO SURNAME

AND WE HAVE NO DELILIAHS



WE HAVE BEEN CARESSED BY THE MOON

WE HAVE BEEN BAKED AND CAKED BY THE SUN

OUR WRETCHED SOULS HAVE PAVED WAY TO DESPAIR

BUT SOMEDAY! SOMEDAY!! SOMDAY!!!

DOONDARI SHALL RETURN WITH GUENO

YES GUENO!!

GUENO WILL SPIT OUT BRIMSTONE

TO CRUCIFY JUDAS AND HIS COHORTS.