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alexander opicho
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Publication Date:
2014

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alexander opicho(when dictatorship began)

social researcher and a lecturer
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A Ballad Of Starvation

Evening comes early just with swiftness
Not minding to know what has to come first,
Whether going to bed first before eating supper,
Or eating supper before going to bed,
A hard question I have failed to solve
Before the glowing presence of my children,
There is utterly nothing to eat in my house
From east to west, south to north of my abode
No trace of anything worth the name victual,
No energy is there in my mandibular muscles
To tell my wife and children retire to beds,
I surrender to time to be the judge of the time
As I have exhausted my borrowing avenues,
Relatives and friends are willing to discard
Any tincture of association with myself,
Because I have wryly borrowed from all of them
Down the level of naming me Dr. lend me flour,
When dawn comes forth am scared to hysteria,
as I decry one more day to hustle for food
evening comes also in a similar gear to me
it only sets in roosting on the empty stomach
time to go on my old beddings, forlorn to pangs of hunger.

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A Friend

Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya; aopicho@)

Do you know apex of danger
In your life and even mine
The most dangerous animal
On earth in and without the zoo
In the entire world of humanity and bestiality
That can lacerate you into shreds of carcass
And to which you are totally defenseless
This animal is a friend

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A Half A Government

It is not a half a yellow sun
Nor a full purple hibiscus
Neither a question of Americana
But the political tidbits of Africana
They are indeed a half a government
Neither a coalition nor coalescence
But a journey which starts with one
Very African mile in the sunny city of Nairobi
In the country Kenya where there is hakuna matata
Where gorgeous skyscrapers hang loosely
Like Towers of Singapore in a babellian ego
Swam of humanity in full pomp and glory
Money, property and cityish aura
Moving up and down in bluish collar task
Flock and throng like the north bound mating fish
In the waters of river Nile; O Nile! ........,

Moving you down then the countries
Passing the geographical enigma
Of the Great Rift Valley view point
Putting a wonder working escapement before
Your eyes in which once the daughter of primitive
Political bourgeoisie rolled in a Germany Volkswagen
And gasped the last virgin breath
A beautiful Maasai breathe echoing
In the loins of masculine bowels
The waves of erotically charged ions,

You then passing down to Nakuru minus
Your meat eating halt at carnivorous kikobey
Strait to Kiamba area where you easily
Meet the Kalenjin militia in a tribal cleansement
Ruthlessly roasting the human steak of kikuyu merchants
In the church but not a mosque due to scarcity
Both young and old kikuyus being roasted
As they forlorn groan and wail;
Atherere! atherere! atherere! niki kioru muntu wa lumbwa! ,

Down you go again to a chilly town of Eldoret
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Where you get a virgin prostitute
Pursuing a bachelors course at the dumb
Moi university where low temperatures
Curtail lively learning in the pedagogy
Or pedagogy of the kipsigis virgin,

Down you go a fresh to the town of Kitale
You meet with maize and corn in the
Full regalia of colonial economy
In its ostensible memento
Of the palimpsestish British Empire
In the brutish colonial history
Of man eat man civilization,

Then up you go, you beautiful nincompoop
To the slopes of pokotish kapenguria and
Again down slopes to Ortum valleys then whoopsy!
A half a government starts in full swing
The bush pokot youths utterly naked
Like the chimpanzees in Kakamega forest
Shoals of them and throngs of them
Each having a modern gun, a short gun
A Sten gun, a machine gun, a slave raiding long gun,
Revolvers, the lethal AK 47,
Them pokot youths; extremely illiterate
Put extremely armed with extremely
Modern weapons like the last wonder of the world,

Up you go into the desert of Dr. Richard Leakey’s first home of man
In the land of the Turkana, to a toast of human misery
Where people are sick, people are naked
People are hungry, people die of starvations
After thorough hunger based emaciation
Redolent of purely a half a government.

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A Leopard Is Not A Good Hunting Companion

The leopard and the lion chose to become friends,
For they were all proud of claws on their paws
They each glorified one another for their mighty,
Ability to live on meat of other fauna throughout a year,
They each admired one another for running speed,
They each remained firm and loyal to one rule;
Lions don’t eat leopards neither leopards eat lions.
They felt warmth in their companionship without verve,
Until the time they initiated a certain joint venture;
To hunt an antelope as it was famed to be the sweetest,
Again, there had remained one antelope only in the world,
They dilly and not dallied anyhow about such glittering project,
They both endevoured to set forth by each dawn for a whole year,
Tediously hunting throughout a day, the lion doing a great part,
Setting ambuscades and arduously sleuthing to orient on trail,
The leopard severally fainted in the field due to exhaustion,
On one eve of christmas day, the lion captured the prey,
When the leopard was a sleep shivering in fevers of malaria,
Their prey was a middle aged female antelope with swollen hips.
The leopard was sparked to fire of life by a mysterious fillip,
He boldly requested work, now to help the lion in carrying,
The un-suspecting lion relinquished the carcass to the leopard,
Feat of shrewdness gripped the leopard, he took off
Running away with a lightening speed, the antelope on his mouth,
The lion again began to chase, shouting to the leopard,
To be a gentleman and stop running, for them to share the plunder,
The leopard never listened, he craftily climbed to the apex,
Of the most tall and most slippery tree, he perched at the peak
With the antelope on his muscular mandibles of voracity,
The lion remained at the stem, wailing like a toddler
His family does not climb trees, not even a shrub,
The lion wailed, using all styles of wailing,
Pleading with the leopard to donate even an iota,
Not even a small piece of antelope bone dropped
To drop on the ground for the lion to taste,
Human leopards are not good hunting companions.

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A Negro Disputing With His Penis

Why are you stretching around?
Like a crazy creature, stretching
And erecting at every bossom's sight
Don't you know this to be vile?
Behavior so uncouth and basest
That all men on earth dislike,

Leave me alone master, leave me alone
Show me a happy man without a dick,
I will show you the sorriest point on earth,
Which woman burst not with ecstasy?
On taste of my nature, which woman?

Shut up you sly creature
And manage you mandibles,
You always stretch and stretch
As if you want to lacerate my muscles,
Don't you know that you put me in risk?
HIV is all over and you stretch like crazy,

Leave me alone and let me stretch,
Don't fear disease and risks,
For HIV is now impotent
Negro blood is now natured
Above any nonsensical vice
Like HIV and his brothers,

Stop stretching or I chop you off
I don't want any burden of next kid
I am not in any pocket fitness,
For one more mouth and one more anus,

You are a foolish coward
You fear even your success,
Who told you kids are a burden
And parenting a curse?
Beautiful liars taught you these,
Can't you see china and Islamic State?
Declaring their muscles and mighty,
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For no other reason but children
Surest quivers needed in your arch,

For sure don't stretch, calm down
And stay balmy or I tear you off my torso
Where will I get land in this world?
To contain the useless proceeds
Of your raucous erect?

I am tired of cautioning you
Or I dare you and dare you again
That perhaps I am on the wrong body
Those who are few need land,
But those who are populous need not,
For their victuals come from tertiary means,

I am finally tired of your rudeness,
If you stretch again I will be irate,
As it will be uncouth act of mannerlessness,
For you surely know that my wife is aged
She shares not in your school anymore
If you stretch again know then that you're vile,

Look again at your thoughtlessness
Who told you that I am condemned forever?
To be feeding on old women, harridans and sluts?
I no longer want them on my coital menu
Feed me on the young wenches in a polygamous fit,
For the elders like you and many others on earth,
will only renew their old sinews
By merely feeding on the French chicken,

Then you persist in one line like the possessed
Are you possessed by the coital devil?
I don't have any erotic energy for your business,
You only put me into a desire for what I cannot eat,
Leave me alone by quitting your vicious erection,

Fear not at all for how you will eat,
You fail to enjoy because of your ego,
You focus on the finish line alone,
Remember the process in coition,
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Tighten you anus to delay ejaculation
And here you will cogitate with gusto,

Negroes! Negros! All over the world,
Again you want me to make more Negros,
Be aware that your melanin is an eyesore
The world looks at you but in pain,
Suppliers of blinkers cannot quench,
The thirst for these wares,
With which the world can put on,
To ward off the pains in the look
At the skin of the Negro,

Fear not Negros don't create themselves,
They come from the supremo of deities
All creation is beautiful in wisdom's eyes
Whoever that hates creation hates the self
No other act can then match the wickedness.

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