BEYOND

This is my Amazon, it is my jungle,

It isn’t a clear zone, one hell of a bungle,

Not a single direction, each step is a mangle,

I have a destination; dine as the mighty mingle,

Beyond the horizon, is a victorious battle.

Bushes and thickets, thorns and shrubs,

This one needs a machete, that one I will curb,

Axe all this thickets, clear the under-blubs,

Clear is not the thought, it is to clear with a blurb,

Beyond that prospect, I must have a triumphant buck.

I am an eagle, as you run… I soar,

I can see from every angle, the amiable and the sore,

So high not to intermingle, I ascend this rule so rare,

Focus isn’t atypical; it’s all you need to be a singular,

Beyond the notable, I shall be a dominant out-stander.

© Christine Kasaya

Vote in peace

NOT IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF MY FATHER

I have made a vow,

Not to stoop so low,

Let this be my law,

Before I take the final bow,

Not to walk, in the footsteps of my fathers.

We all know the history,

We have read of a voter’s misery,

This is no longer a mystery,

How we voted in ‘transparency’,

This time I vow, never in those footsteps.

Remember ‘mlolongo’ the line?

History has the shortest line won,

How! Was no dilemma of mine,

Why? Was a question out of line,

Low is what I will be, if I trail along those footsteps again.

How we fought for democracy,

Poured out our idiocracy,

With logic they pressed for voter’s independency,

So that we could choose without discrepancy,

You don’t need to ask? These are the footsteps I would follow.

The most recent was not a hitch,

We shed blood because of ‘some’ speech,

We slay and fought because of a switch,

 And forgot the peace we preach,

At the rooftops I will shout; never in those footsteps of hate.

Now we see crops of coalitions,

We first thought those were perfect coordination,

We envisioned us soaring with ‘their’ cooperation,

But the blame game is ‘their best’ harmonization,

Why ask for my choice? Never in the footsteps of mystification.

The battle of words isn’t the best of quote,

We are voters not just “that’ lot,

We have seen the work and the loot,

And we hold the choice by the vote,

Today I chose a new path, with the power of my vote.

             © Christine Kasaya

By Christine Wakanyi Kasaya