Poetry Series alexander opicho - poems - Publication Date: 2014 Publisher: Poemhunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive alexander opicho(when dictatorship began) social researcher and a lecturer www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1 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. alexander opicho www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 2 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 alexander opicho www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 3 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 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 4 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. alexander opicho www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 5 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. alexander opicho www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 6 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, www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 7 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, www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 8 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.