circa 1986.


Anyango, my beloved Anyango
Come we dance to benga with tango
Anyango run we go to street parties in the city
to dance to ohangla and Ogwang’ Lelo’s nyatiti
Anyango may you open your books and read my lips
I will close my books to concentrate on your hips
Anyango what do I do with lyrics to Love Anthem?
Do I croon them or whistle them or chant them?
Would you yodel them or hum them in tears?
Or would you coo them like a dove to my ears?
Anyango would you dengo to relics of our lyrics?
Don’t you know that dengo is the pain of our dirge?
Anyango come we get away from these gimmicks
I pledge to sweeten your lips with my massage
Anyango, I vow to you, this is my singo:
Come we dance to benga with tango

Lunatic will come on its rails in early dawn
to the city in the sun before ‘85 is gone
Anyango come with me to the waking wind of ‘86
New Year will be born with Awino Lawi’s drumsticks
Big bars of Kibera will give us the plot
I’ll buy you Travolta and a red cotton coat
to match my red Bell-Bottom hugging my Platform shoes
and why wouldn’t we hold hands in the city in sundown blues?
You’ve never seen me in my suspender and my high waist
Anyango daughter of Seme come and be my lovely guest
I will make your beautiful hair glow like my Afro
Anyango wouldn’t you love to listen to Guns N Roses?
And wouldn’t you want to see D.O. Misiani crow
political songs to Jaramogi exhorting him as he opposes
Nyayo regime after the attempted coup
of August Nineteen Eighty Two?
If you love reggae we will listen to Marley’s drumsticks
Anyango come dance to liberation tunes of ‘86
I will take you to Archives and National Library
to read about Argwings Kodhek and his bravery
My beloved Anyango, I stretch my hands for our singo
New Year will shower sweet benga with tango