Mu-Seven-i & the Parody of African Presidents’ Names

Ladies and gentlemen, first I am unhappy with Ugandan Museveni. But I am not surprised. My message to him (if he ever reads this blog in his entire life presidency – nil probability): John Fitzgerald Kennedy, 35th president of the US said and I quote “Those who make peaceful revolution impossible, make violent revolution inevitable”.

Back to why I am writing this short piece: Isn’t seven a symbol of perfection if Hebrew numerology is anything to go by? Why then have a president call himself Mu-seven-i when he literally and shamelessly ruins his nation? He stole elections, bullied his competitor and kept him under house arrest during the just concluded ‘erections’ – yes, erections. Museveni just erected himself once again in State House. Long Live the King even if he wears his ugly cowboy wherever he goes, including the bathroom!

Why on earth would you have a president so sober, who champions freedom of speech go by the name Pombe Magufuli while elsewhere others have a president who gags the media and derails free speech go by the name Uhuru? Why?

That said, I wonder why Paul has a game at the end of his name. Perhaps that’s why he is life president of the Rwandan people because that is the game plan of Ka-game! We can only hope he will soon set off to Damascus (he should know Syria is burning and Bashar Al-Assad isn’t happy; Al-Assad is sad!). The great Syrian poet, Nizar Qabbani, now in his grave, has told me in my dreams on three occasions to write a poem about Syria; I can’t. My pen won’t stop crying. Maybe, I will talk to Tony Adams Mochama (Smitta) my senior poet to write about Syria, not forgetting Burundi.

Why would a people have a president who brings bad luck throughout his reign yet he goes by the name Goodluck? What went wrong? Was it the naming? Or the person to whom the name was given? And when you thought Buhari would hurry to protect thieves like these ones we have here do, he actually did hurry to arrest them!

Kenya’s first president did well to revise his name to sound like Kenya but we all know that he later ended up ‘revising’ a good chunk of Kenyan land title deeds in his name. May God rest his soul in his huge swathes of land. Following in his footsteps, arap Moi, just like the biblical Daniel, survived the lions (of original Ford and Ford Kenya) as he wielded power for quarter a century. By the time he was done, almost every entity – from a dog to a university and airport, was named Moi. And now, when a road in Mombasa is named after the first Kenyan to discover Eritrea it becomes an issue. Okay.

I am currently zooming Zuma’s Nkandlagate scandal as I admire the palatial home that gulped South Africa taxpayers’ money because I wish not to remember Salva’s salvo against Machar in South Sudan. Sad!

The old soul of Zimbabwe; the light at the end of the tunnel, life president, freedom fighter, selfless ruler, seven (7) academic degrees man – His Excellency Robert Mugabe does sound like Mu-garbage! You thought I was planning to say much? No!

That name Kabila owned by Joseph, for all I care, sounds as tribal as Laurent. Now, let me listen to Lingala because it is just a matter of time before these looters and life presidents face the music! Remember, the murmuring Gaddaffi. Remember too the iron-fist Mu-barak who counted his blessings thinking he was the son of a Kenyan father, sitting in White House. And yes, talking of America, one soldier in the Barrack is still worth a thousand in the Bush(es) of Iraq. I know Donald Trash, sorry, Trump, thinks differently. I do not care.

God Bless Africa, land of dictators, land of corrupt rulers, land of life presidents.

O mshanti shanti shanti.


All Lovers Know (Adipoetry Valentine’s Poem)


all lovers know
i am with you tonight
for the time I spend with you
the roses fall off voluntarily
so every lover can pick an’ feel the scent of love
on valentine’s night when roses are reincarnated
into eternal perfume of your sweetness.

all lovers know
i am with you always
for every night the roof of my sky erupts with thriving flowers
as rain of red roses falls in my heart
my lover, mix it with warm sunshine this night
and my heart shall surely glow
tonight it’s valentine’s…
give me a flute
i just found lyrics to loot
from poetry of birds twittering in the night,
the wind is a wireless musical instrument
come we dance all through.

all lovers know
i am insane
out of my mind
and deep inside your heart
where ballad of your blood nourishes my soul
i am not leaving…
if your heart becomes a desert
i will be the sand dunes.
if your heart turns into a sea
i will be the tides.
my lover, if your heart grows into a mountain
i will be its towering heights.
if your heart bursts into a sky
i will be its remote distance.
if it sinks into an abyss
i will be its unfathomable depth.
if your heart loses me
i will loosen myself.
and if your heart chooses to become a day
i will name it valentine’s.