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Mar 142012
 

by Kenneth Olembo

 

They say that Africans,

Will have to fight for a place on the bus,

 

So I am pulling out all the stops.

 

I am burning incense and,

Turning out closets,

-exorcising demons-

 

I am fumigating my life,

Throwing out old clothes and,

Trying to gain favour,

 

-surely children were not meant for the streets,

Nor nations meant for war-

 

I have found sack cloth and ash and,

I intend to,

Gouge flesh with home-made irons

Flagellate until I bleed sin,

All over the carpet.

 

There will be gnashing of teeth,

And great wailing,

-effort must be made-

 

I shall identify,

Church pews with nails and,

Kneel!

 

But the spotlight keeps missing me,

And I manage only to elicit,

Splendid chuckles from my nephew.