Down Here in Uyoma

Rawila

March 2013.

Down here in Uyoma
we read newspapers no more…
instead, we read writings on sisal leaves and pit latrines,
there you will find news than you can find nowhere.
we read empty palms of wise men and watch their eyes
every sunset, for news.

Down here in Uyoma
we no longer tune our radios to 7 O’clock news
instead, the tides offered to entertain us with their sundown music
crickets promised to chirp new melodies every evening
frogs gather their families to resuscitate old compositions
and alas! the wind assured all our men of her feminine whistle,
more saccharine than those radio voices reading regurgitated propaganda

Down here in Uyoma
we watch the barren sky every day at 9 O’clock in the evening,
and behold the growing moon as she moves from one corner of the sky
to the other. for us nothing is newer than this.
we admire few clouds scudding and stars that we shall one day be,
we appreciate the black clay soil, the soul of our land.
we watch oak trees as they relay news of the breeze.

Down here in Uyoma
newspapers only make sense in lighting fire…
or in wrapping the butcher’s meat, and afterward,
in pit latrines and bushes, after returning a comfortable call of nature,

Down here in Uyoma

Poetry of Benga

HellenMarcus

For Marcus Antonie and Hellen Kimaru. I penned this on their Wedding day (October 11, 2014) and gave it life through an animated performance…as I was trained by my grand mother, Masela dana – the greatest narrator I have known.

Hellen,
Uncontrollably…
the juices of your heart are flowing
upon the lips of the soul of great Marcus Antonie…
nourish him with your smile
for love is as simple as a dimple
natural and lasting beyond the aisle
love is a letter, love is a digit
the earlier the better, you got to give it
with this poetry of benga, I wish to crown it!

Marcus,
I know not much about love
but this verse is inspired by the tempo of your heartbeat:
two love birds sing in the village of Kanyidoto
and the skies burst in flames
red like the roses, shinning like the face of your lover
a new dawn of true love.
nourish her with your smile
for love is as simple as a dimple
natural and lasting beyond the aisle
love is a letter, love is a digit
the earlier the better, you got to give it
with this poetry of benga, I wish to crown it!

Hellen,
Spring came with many a beautiful thing;
the mightiness of Marcus
the freshness of the roses
the natural perfume for your noses,
the aroma of marital trust guided by your steps
from the moonlit night of the paradise in Murang’a
to the serene night of Kisumo
covered in Nilotic dark clouds that from time to time feed the lake of Lolwe
the lake that nourished the soul and flesh of Marcus Antonie,
the lake of Lolwe awaits to receive you,
so may you nourish each other with a smile
for love is as simple as a dimple
natural and lasting beyond the aisle
love is a letter, love is a digit
the earlier the better, you got to give it
with this poetry of benga, I wish to crown it!