Poem from Kibera

The way my professor said

Fight them what are you waiting for?
This is the time to take control
To control off everything
Yes do it do it
The way my professor said

Am going to make them confused
Totally confused
In order to grab their minds
To grab their feeling
The way my professor said

Hey you clever people
Why are you sleeping on your ears?
You can’t see strangers
Sleeping in your houses
Think twice before
They rip your wealth
The way my professor said

We need to sweep them
Without mercy
Until they reach
To the lake basins
Am going to be in front
The way my professor said

They are here kill them
Kill them cut off their head
Don’t spare them, we need our lands
The lands our ancestors lived
Slather them slather them
The way my professor said

Oh what have I done?
See killing the innocent people
See the small children,
The poor women
See the gravies and the crosses
The orphans and the widower
What have I done to the poor people?
Is this the way my professor said?

Oh my God, forgive me
I know am not worthy in front of these orphans
Have mercy on me, have mercy on me
I promise not to kill any more
Instead am going to defend the oppressed
I will not do the way my professor says.

WRITTEN BY
Didi Stanley
FROM kENYA