Isolate all my pieces, I’m broken;
Put em together, I’m a whole poem;
I write bits of my wrongs hoping I’ll be all right;
For every answer I find at daytime,
More questions arise at night; Continue reading “Unbroken”
Month: October 2015
TI(N)A
“I’m from Kenya, I can mess you up! I’m from Kenya!” yelled the angry man as he pushed me on the floor. I tried to collect the bits of energy left but I was tipsy. It was only about 2am and there is no way I could have been drunk by then. Someone who knew me from the bar helped me get on my feet and whispered repeatedly, “Relax bro, this is Kampala. You can get killed. This is Kampaaaaaala!” and since Where-I’m-From seemed to be the game, I was about to pull my I’m-From-Rwanda card because ey, you got demons, I’ll bring hell. We hosted Lucifer for about 100 days. Even he couldn’t handle more. Continue reading “TI(N)A”
Modern Slave
My collar is white, never on a single occasion has it been blue;
I speak like bazungu, my brain runs on Caucasian 1.2
After all I’ve been trained to think and operate like them;
Or at least to imitate them;
And excelling means I emulate them; Continue reading “Modern Slave”
