Why did you ring the bell?
Why did you wake me up from hell with that damn bell?
Why did you not let me just lie in peace?
And rest in the pieces that you left me in?
Why did you wake me up from hell with that damn bell?
Why did you not let me just lie in peace?
And rest in the pieces that you left me in?
Do you have to wrest my rest away from me even in death?
I know it! You loved my poems.You were hypnotized by their beauty.But did you not remember that when you killed me.
You failed to protect me.
You negligent and reckless country!
You just watched helplessly as those blood thirsty animals devoured me.
Guns in hand, they shot at me
As though I was a criminal
Twaap!Twaap! I faced the Firing squad.
Had I committed treason to deserve that!
Luckily the six bullet wounds did not kill me
But pain I got
As I rolled and turned
“ Saidia,masikini,” I cried helplessly to your masikio.
But how wrong I was!
The boys were late in coming.
And when they did
The beasts killed my friends.
Painfully, I saw them kill my Nasipondi,
Nasipondi, my girlfriend carried my baby.
Her brutal death was what broke me up
A girl that I treasured with my all.
A girl whom we had planned our future together.
Nasipondi got a small bullet wound on her forehead.
A very small scar.
But that had her falling helplessly in death.
I looked at her unbelievingly as she fell lazily onto the ground
Blood oozing freely from her body
I watched as they kicked her lifeless body to confirm her death.
I saw them spit on her beautiful body, a thing that made me grimace with pain.
Mheshimiwa MP, I saw you cry during my burial.
You sneezed and wept uncontrollably when you saw how unrecognizable my
body was in the morgue.
“ Kenya has lost its youth,” you wisely said.
I know it! You loved my poems.You were hypnotized by their beauty.But did you not remember that when you killed me.
You failed to protect me.
You negligent and reckless country!
You just watched helplessly as those blood thirsty animals devoured me.
Guns in hand, they shot at me
As though I was a criminal
Twaap!Twaap! I faced the Firing squad.
Had I committed treason to deserve that!
Luckily the six bullet wounds did not kill me
But pain I got
As I rolled and turned
“ Saidia,masikini,” I cried helplessly to your masikio.
But how wrong I was!
The boys were late in coming.
And when they did
The beasts killed my friends.
Painfully, I saw them kill my Nasipondi,
Nasipondi, my girlfriend carried my baby.
Her brutal death was what broke me up
A girl that I treasured with my all.
A girl whom we had planned our future together.
Nasipondi got a small bullet wound on her forehead.
A very small scar.
But that had her falling helplessly in death.
I looked at her unbelievingly as she fell lazily onto the ground
Blood oozing freely from her body
I watched as they kicked her lifeless body to confirm her death.
I saw them spit on her beautiful body, a thing that made me grimace with pain.
Mheshimiwa MP, I saw you cry during my burial.
You sneezed and wept uncontrollably when you saw how unrecognizable my
body was in the morgue.
“ Kenya has lost its youth,” you wisely said.
For this, I will not cry for you mother.
You watched the news with your mouth wide agape
Waiting for you to send in rescue.
Waiting for your men in blue to come.
For I thought they hold true their values
For this I will not cry for you mother.
One of the boys had taken the airplane to fly his girlfriend to a trip
My baby in her womb dying even before she saw the light of the day
The kick on her stomach, to ensure that my unborn child indeed did die
And gave my mother a white handkerchief.
My father, you gave him a pat on the back.
And told him that men do not cry in public.
You paid for my 100,000 Kshs worth coffin and funeral services.
And said that no stone would be left unturned in the investigations.
Yet, very well, you knew that you are no askari.
And wouldn’t be involved in the investigations.
Who will console my mother?
Who will give a white handkerchief to my father?
That the two ageing parents may live longer.
Every day, I look at them and are drawn with pity.
Seeing the two adults as they struggle to accept reality.
That their child, their hope is no more.
My father for one, had sold everything he had: socks, shamba, goats,
cows and trees for my education
My mother was pleased at my joining the university
“ You will soon be professor,” she always said with glee. “ And buy me a kitenge dress”
Because she knew that education would make her son a big man at last.
My father, you gave him a pat on the back.
And told him that men do not cry in public.
You paid for my 100,000 Kshs worth coffin and funeral services.
And said that no stone would be left unturned in the investigations.
Yet, very well, you knew that you are no askari.
And wouldn’t be involved in the investigations.
Who will console my mother?
Who will give a white handkerchief to my father?
That the two ageing parents may live longer.
Every day, I look at them and are drawn with pity.
Seeing the two adults as they struggle to accept reality.
That their child, their hope is no more.
My father for one, had sold everything he had: socks, shamba, goats,
cows and trees for my education
My mother was pleased at my joining the university
“ You will soon be professor,” she always said with glee. “ And buy me a kitenge dress”
Because she knew that education would make her son a big man at last.
