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Mwangi (The end of the Road) Bring down the walls The translucent curtain is insufficient This is the end of my ballad Goodbye now, the show is over … In my jeans there\u2019s a bullet hole A little loose change for a proposed beer And a wrinkled cigarette On a dressing table an unfinished poem I must add I got some applause And a booing or two also So now bring down that iron curtain, cage me For I have accomplished, Have achieved my goals Can you say the same for yourselves?<\/p>\n

Bent over lepers Asleep but for rhythmic eyelid movement Looming for a dream To answer the compulsory questions. Tell them it is stuck upstream Before the bend around which Angels are gathered Tell them their hands are too short To reach the sky Or touch the little oceans in their eyes Show them the other way The simplified and summarized method \u2014The teachers all know The examiners will tell Whether the dream is honest Tell them, show them, show me A little torchlight in the dark…….<\/p>\n

G. Mwangi G. Mwangi Raindrops like rich cream Gleaming on leaves Pages of yesterday Unscathed by the fall out. In the pain, a drop of Blood transfused by the conductress \u2014Her symphony is blood Her movement is life Screams from another time Recollected in a new anthology Tilting now is different as Journals probe into whether or not Scientifically it is so Orange and blue nebulous thoughts Categorized, butchered by the massive knife Of the she executioner \u2014Her blade is fire Her speech is flame Florists arrange the clash of violence In pails overflowing onto the side street I with a wilted rose And my banjo, loosely strung, Slung over my shoulder Come to serenade you Come to declare myself a suitor A roll on the drums Keeping time with the clockwork toy soldiers With their toy guns spewing smoke The fog of the charcoal burner Her sweat is raindrops Her silent scream is teardrops Thoughts, thoughts cascading down My mind like waterfalls Crushing through the forest.<\/p>\n

Plumbing the pipes shut The professor says I must be censored \u201cNo Biko here!\u201d<\/p>\n

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Believe it or not Am tired of you Farewell to a lover 98 99 100 102 104 106 108 109 110 113 114 117 120> 121 123 125 126 128 130 + 132 134 136 138 140 142 151 154 157 lor 161 163 OSORO, Z.O. OUTTA, RAGUTU, M.R.J. RUGANDA, J. SALIM, MS. SERUNJOGI, J. SIMWENYI, ANGELA STANDA, E. SUNKULI, L.O. TEYIES92A-G: WEBUYESii: Mother, stop abusing father Who am I? The future He was now trash A reply to Okot p\u2019 Bitek\u2019s Lawino My grandmother’s chest Mombasa beach She came to cook he journey Death Conversation on African names That other life Adventure in life Born by mistake Epistle to Uganda Epitaph Beggar in three piece I sing for Chinua Achebe Claustrophobia A not too strange belief Denuded In search of food APPENDIX BIOGRAPHICAL NOTES INDEX OF FIRST LINES Vill 165 167 169 171 173 179 181 183 186 191 193 195 197 199 201 202 204 206 207 208 210 212 215 219 227 INTRODUCTION This collection of poems is offered as a modest representation of the poetic activity in Kenya over the last fifteen years or so.<\/p>\n

Its main purpose is to bring the attention of Kenyan students and general readers to the otherwise ignored fact of a thriving written tradition of poetry, young though this tradition is. Casting a look at the literature which has appeared since 1971 when Poems from East Africa, edited by Cook and Rubadiri, was published, the eye takes note of collections by individual poets such as Jared Angira; plays by Francis Imbuga and others; and, of course, the novels and other writing by Ngugi wa Thiong\u2019o, Meja Mwangiand others.<\/p>\n

The appearance of several collections of oral literature is another unmistakable literary land- mark. One book, however, has not appeared: a collection of poems by various poets in Kenya. Many are the aspiring poets that have come to light during this period; many the poems and verses that have been composed; and many the poetic experiments that have taken place with varying degrees of success. Two areas of literary activity need to be mentioned here to give a fuller picture of the background to the present collection of poems.<\/p>\n

First, over the same period, the Literature syllabi in secondary and higher institutions has exposed more students to poetry and oral literature than ever before. Second, and this is an evaluative complement of the first, the Keny<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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