by Mbũrũ Kamau
Published on: Aug 5, 2005
Topic:
Type: Poetry

The morning of your permanent sleep
Caught us unawaress, lest expected
We thought you had come to liberate
Silence the crying children
Orphaned by the dealdly war
That ravaged through the land
for decades unblinkingly

We heard your plane crashed in the African Soil
Which you had defended with your might
A new dwan was possible.

But death has it got no limits,
Why does it go for the fertile?

We asked wailed and sang dirges
Reminscing your deeds
And your brevity in the land of your fores
In the Nubian Mountains, you vowed
To make the young and old
See a new morn full of life ahead

For many moons, They knew no peace
They knew no smiles
They saw no need for them
After all, was life worth living?
They contemplated.

When you were made one among them
We sang a new anthem
We ulululated
Bringing the dead to life
We gyrated our hips
In your recognition
Yes! Even the toothless all sang.
They saw and touched,
Their Black Moses, giving his 'I Have A Dream' but never saw it

Then the ugly hand of death...
With its cruelity, snatched you
From their midst.

Are we going to reach Canaan?
They ask
I have no answer for them
They have it
We will wait and see

With just, Dr. Garang,
The people whom you left,
With the heavy task,
Will accomplish your dream

REST IN PEACE... De Mabior,
Son of AFRICA


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