Pre-Naivasha days

 

We used to fight flies and heat  In the bullet ridden grass thatched huts, We lived in the hope of milk and honey. We tried to share the little we got with guerrilla forces Who lived in hope too and tried To survive with little or no food and water   Tyre sandals for shoes and old clothes looted or donated.  The signing of the Comprehensive Peace Agreement united us.    Yes! We were united: together, Army and ordinary Citizens. We decorated our bodies with ostrich feathers; We danced and smiled, we laughed and celebrated  Together, we ate, together we drank,  Together we poured libations to bless the spirits  Of the fallen heroes buried or abandoned. The Guerrilla Generals-turned-Politicians Cruised the V-8 vehicles in our new dustbowl They swim amidst ill-hooked wealth, Cool Juba heat with the air conditioners Chilling out of the newly furnished  Bungalows and palaces.  We fight flies and fan off the airless heat in congested  Tin roofed shelters without ceiling boards  And ventilated window --after Naivasha Days.