eSketches: October 2014

Friday, 31 October 2014

My Birthday Gift

Smell of romance in the air, love in the skies. My fingers through her afro hair, twilight in her eyes.
A moment in seventh heaven, a night on cloud nine with a lady dressed to the nines. Dressed to kill. Groomed in a whistle and flute, in a silky glistening birthday suit transparently showing the luscious sexy curves of her tremendously A-list body. A la modes and lute. Music of passion inclined packaged with a chilled crystal sound of a champagne flute. Rose flower scented candles flicked their flames setting the mood. Full moon and incandescent stars lighting up the night sky. It all seemed like a castle in the sky but on the lower side of the scale I sure wasn't dreaming. I was floating like a butterfly flooded with sheer delight from feelings of a fulfilled desire and perfect ecstasy
-Edwin Onyango

Colors Of My Tears

Colors of my tears
I cry pink tears when
Sisters use leaves and dry goat skin as sanitary towels
When children are rained on under a tree trying to learn some vowels

I cry black tears when
A brother butchers another brother because of the color of his skin
When some people fail to understand that racial discrimination is a sin
When a brother knocks at your door and because you hate his color you don't let him in!

I cry green tears when
Mother Nature chokes and suffocates on the fumes from factories
When some greedy heartless citizens kill rhinos and elephants for their ivories
When hunger strikes killing thousands of people because of deforestation
When we forget our roots and lose our heritage because all we'll have left is a treeless nation

I cry red tears when
A brother bleeds to death because the police shot a stray bullet
When an ordained priest forcefully feeds on a choir girl like an eagle on a pullet
And then he finds his way around the law just because he "praises" God on a pulpit
When the society treat an honest and industrious brother, a rastaman, like a culprit
When some people, rich people treat others, poor people, like shit

I cry brown tears when
People kill others for their wealth just so that they can have more
When I fail to understand why some people sleep on empty stomach on a cold floor
While others spend millions throwing glamorous parties for just a day next door
When political leaders buy alcohol for the youth and fund them to start a tribal war
Sadly they cannot say NO because they also fail to understand what unity stands for
And they know that they will have fifty shillings each and there will be bottles of alcohol galore.

-Edwin Onyango

Colors Of My Tears

Our forefathers did it too but they pretended
not to because it used to be kind of a taboo
for an African man to cry. It showed a sign of "weakness"
Bullshit! That is not by any degree true
All men cry. As a matter of fact, REAL men do
Being one of them, real men, I do too

I cry. But not when I lose a shoe
I cry when they do, when I can't come through
for them when they desperately need me to
When I walk back home empty handed
With nothing for them to eat, nothing to chew
I cry. But not when they don't say 'thank you'
I cry when they sadly call my name, "Eddu,
please manh, please tusaidie na fare ya matatu
Please tuokolee tu, hata Kama ni ashu
Tumegonga mwamba! We are really stranded
Plus Njaa! Please, we promise hatuta-buy nayo glue.
Do I have a heart? Yes
Am I human? Yes
So yes, I cry
Colors of my tears....
Typing....

-Edwin Onyango

I am PROUD of who I am
Black man, African
Rasta man, Kenyan
A man from a Luo clan
Wise man, is who I am.
Antagonism I spurn
Tribalism I shun
From chaos I run
For harmony I yearn
I am a peaceful man.
I watch, I listen, I learn
Wisdom is my charm
I am a strong man
In storm I stand firm
I love, I feel, I burn
I laugh, I cry I'm human

-Edwin Onyango