Life and times of Kenneth Stanley Njindo Matiba
Now that you are dead and gone, we decree you a Hero
You who declined the silver spoon to open democracy’s prison door
You dreamed freedom, birth of a People’s Republic. A Canaan for the masses and others,will the citizens remember to mourn from memory ànd heart?
Who will come to bury you or it doesn’t matter your yesterday’s tormentors?
Will mèn in black sit through your departure as they banter?
Acknowledging an irritànt seemingly from the same stock
You stubbornly demànded justice from a lunatic state
You were told your pedigree was free, why the fuss?
We àll surmised you had gone bananas, why this trumpeting for chànge when everybody had safely retreated to them old days?
Tell God for us
He should give us one language, Babeĺ is hell
He should heal our endemic sleaze plague
Turn us away from impunity against his laws ànd ours
Tell our Father
His people are still chained in poverty
The youth hàve no country within their borders
The children lack an inheritànce
No future on the horizon
Tell the Almighty
The Eden he created for us, is now fenced private property
The majority living on the fringes of the periphery
With no warriors to reclaim the nation
No one to bell the cat, breathe life into the basic law
Maybe there will be a 21 gun salute to intern your decorated corpse
A small state expense for bidding you bye bye
So we can return to our as usual business
Counting and still counting
First liberation, aborted
Second liberation, squandered
Dream of a third liberation, a nightmare?
Pardon for saying: castrated liberations
Please don’t ask: was it worth it?
You are now liberated
By your Maker
As we await our Liberation train.
