Back To My Roots II

I’m going back to my roots, back to run in the forest nude

Or for special occasions, to wear animal skin for a suit

Traveling on foot, back to gathering fruits for food

Back to mama land, where my grandmother was wooed

Back to my roots, back to show Babu my gratitude

For reminding me my tradition, my customs, my roots

Back to show mother nature my heartfelt solicitude

Back to listen to birds sing and watch them brood

It has been long; I might have forgotten the route

But I’ll get there. In my heart the map was tattooed

Back to take away the thick green jungle’s solitude

To take a walk to the woods to play Nyatiti and a flute

Back to my roots, back to the village where I really belong

Back to listen to my grandmother sing her favorite folk song

Bye bye skyscrapers. Back to the wild, “Hallo Mugumo tree”

Back to run in the greenness of Nature. Back to feel free

Back to the mountain top, you will see my silhouette

You will see me watch the beautiful warm sunset

Back to drinking porridge from agwata (traditional Luo calabash)

Back to bartering. Back to the days of no money, no cash

Back to build my own simba (a traditional Luo grass-thatched hut)

East or west home is the best. Back to my roots

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-Edwin Onyango

It Is Not Yet Time

Six feet under!

Not until lightening comes after thunder

Not this season, not even next summer

Not until rainbow colors turn to umber

Not now, not even in my deepest slumber

Not until God Almighty starts to wonder

If I will ever respond when He calls my number

Taking the last bow!

Not until Indians butcher the sacred cow

Not until I learn Enochian. Until I know how

angels and other celestial beings say hi or ciao

So, not anytime soon, not yet, especially now

Not until God is pleased by the sweat on my brow

Not until He says, “Son, good job. I mean, Wow”

Promoted to Glory!

Not before I finish writing my life story

Not until I get God’s number in my Directory

Not until He personally tell me not to worry

That I will go straight to heaven not to Purgatory

Think of it. This place cannot just be a theory

Real or not, do not go there.  That’s my travel advisory

Give up the ghost!

No. I’m not leaving the ones I love the most

Not until we make our last toast. Prost

Not until I know which angels will be my host

Not until I shake the net. Not just hitting goalpost

Not until I score. Until the stadium is closed

Not until all the secrets of life are disclosed

Kick the bucket!

No. I’m not ready to sleep in any casket

Not until I hear the sound of the last trumpet

Until I hear the soft lively tune of a tucket

Not until I solve the life equation in the bracket

Not until I drown. Until I lose my life jacket

I will take the last train to glory when I buy my ticket

To bite a big one

No. Not until I touch the eye of the sun

Not now. Not when my life has just begun

Not with all the cheers. Not until I hit a home run

No. Not now. Not when I’m having this much fun

Not until I become God’s favorite son

Not yet. But God, may your will be done

-Edwin Onyango

Forbidden Fruit

Good for food, pleasant to the eyes

Fruit in the woods, desired to make one wise,

suspended from reality and stupid at the same time

Sweet as sin, you’ll eat it from dusk to sunrise

With a Fruit that ripe, not eating it is considered a crime

Small or big, the taste is not in its size

But don’t be fooled. To your surprise,

the worm might just be anaconda in disguise

Climb the tree, pull the branches astride

Fruit squash, ready for the thrust of the first tide?

Take a bite, feel the juice streaming inside

Hard to swallow?!  Open it a little bit wide

There you go, now you feel like a cloud in the sky

You feel like an eagle soaring up high.

What now? Why are you crying?!

Oh! I get it. You feel so alive! And you also feel like dying

Forbidden fruit is sweeter

Yet tears in the eyes of the eater!

-Edwin Onyango

It's All Bullshit

Our eyes swell and grew misty

We never saw them through the law

They are still innocent until proven guilty.

Bullshit! Our legal system has a flaw

They are all guilty but will be proven innocent!

This is the reality we should all know

The law is a negotiable instrument

They pull strings and judges start to dance

Tunes of our cries for justice are no equivalent

To the music of Money that takes them into trance

Court adjourned. Court will recess in two years

We all know that Justice delayed is justice denied

But we still hope it rains justice to wash away our tears

Not yet! Not with the cloudless skies of political impunity

Whoever defined democracy as government for the people lied

In this case it is government for the corrupt society

A fewer greedy and hypocrites so called Politicians

Maize gone, Kazi kwa Vijana funds gone…they are like magicians

As far as it smells or looks like money they will make it disappear

…nina apa ya kwamba nitakuwa mwaminifu kwa jamuhuri ya Kenya! Shiii!

Utumishi kwa wote?! Let's think again. It's all bullshit!!!!!!!!!!! 

-Edwin Onyango

THY WILL BE DONE

Pictures of grief flushing in my mind

Wondering what’s happening to mankind

A thousand questions I have no answers to

Lots of happenings yet I don’t know what to do

I raise my hands up high on my knees as I worship,

"Oh Lord remember you promised us ease after hardship

Tonight I call your name, please Lord tell me

How much tears do we have to cry,

before you know that we are in pain?

How many people have to die,

before you show us your mercy again?

How many orphans have to suffer,

before you show them that you are

the Father, who art in heaven?

The Father to the fatherless

How many have to varnish in darkness

Before you show them that you are the light of the world

How many of the hungry have to perish,

Before you show them that you are the bread of life?

Fulfill your promise to the widows ‘to love and to cherish’

Their true husband, their defender

How many of the weak have to slip away,

before you show them that you are their strength?

Forgive me Lord for I don’t understand your will

But tonight, for all of them I close my eyes to pray

Our Father, who art in heaven,
    hallowed be thy Name,
    thy kingdom come,
    thy will be done,
        on earth as it is in heaven

Amen."

  

-Edwin Onyango