I want to write

I want to write, not someday

I want to write about me and you

I want to write about this place

This place today, not tomorrow or someday

This place closer to the sea

With marble pillars and brick floors

Where the seagulls even read

NB

Inspired by Binyavanga Wainaina

(Author of “One day I will write about this place”)

cover the uncoverable

Cover

the uncoverable

and eyes

not ice

will see

like lids

will allow

it out

its vapour will cool

to lie like a pool

 Be happy when alone and still achieving results. Wish not for the crowd or to have anyone more.

Still make the noise. If you can, make it the more and be content when you touch a single soul.

Don’t stop them if they want to leave. Let them go, for like wild fire their stay can corrupt the few faithful minds left.

March on not like a chocolate soldier or cutting onions but like an ancient wine.

Appeal and never cry and beg, for good and precious things have their own buyers

Life will provoke to confusion but the word inspires to calm. Walk the talk. 

Kill the arts and like an empty shell you will become, a nation without a psyche.

Under the mango tree

when the furious fire at the top

melts down all its wax,

under the mango tree we shall all be

not for its refreshing shade

but the undying fire which rest beneath

hahah

fire that consumes not the body

but the doubting thoughts

this fire will peel off your skin

to look younger than before

hahaha

no one knows my name and liveth

call me the stranger under the mango tree at Orokoto

who spits fire that burns no smoke

I know not my abode

I remember where the sun shines at dawn

And the sky meets the earth

Hahaha

I shall tell you no more

But this fire that comes from my lips

They fear me because of this fire

But I fear it too though from me

Because it can burn me too

Call for a fall

How I wish you opened up this curtain

to uncover this tears of rage

falling and not stopping

to see what I see

what gathers like a thick cloud

Come quick!

At the banks I stand

Flowing deep

the waiting river

Calling swift

for an unending fall

Aquí estamos

Sooyaama sooyaama...

Aquí estamos,

Ahora aquí estoy con mis dedos finos

Aquí la religión de mis padres

Odododiodioo Odododiodoo

Ablekuma abakuma w4

Después de todo el viaje

Después del va y ven

Aqui estoy

La vida no me appecece

la vida de mis familias, amigos, amores, abuelos

y mi abuelo Que me cuenta la historia,

la historia de nuestros pasados y antipasados

De nuestro conocimiencos y reconocimientos

de nuestros amados y amores

Aqui la verdadera representacion de nuestro ser

aqui estoy

Gbla eje gbla eje …

Yo soy Africano y Orguyoso

Soy Bantu y feo

Soy Fulani con pelo alto

Soy Khoikhoi y vaquero

Soy Masai y guerrero

Soy Yoruba y ceramista

Soy Zulu y fabricante de cuenta

Soy soy soy negro

Negro te quiero ver

Negro te quiero negro

Con el pasado pasado olvidado

Con el futuro tranquilo esperando

Aquí estaré estaré esperando

Wol1ts1m1i ebaee …