Alexander K Opicho (Eldoret,Kenya;aopicho@yahoo.com)
Sembene Ouasmane the son of a fisherman the son of wolof tribesmen the owners of Atlantic you are a bad liar, my kinsman and foreman why didn't you wait for me to grow up you only belied to me for your to die earlier i begged for your pipe for i also to **** it with passion you told me to hold on until i grow up only for you to accede to July death in 2007 i am tortured in this life without without you agonized by daily chores without a glance at the fume of smokes being blown from the magnificent ceramic pipe on your mouth, i wanted you teach me what Maxim Gorky and Emile Zola taught you i wanted to learn from you what you learned at the Moscow cinema school was it cinematographic Marxism or filmographic socialism that you learned? i wanted to get you alive so that we can sing together the songs of Cedo and Xala, why were your gods collecting the pieces of wood; was it humility and humanism? I wanted to see the powerful words of human side of governance coming from you sober gentle mouth onto African plateau that is replete with commonaplace selfish power struggles, i will build a monument in respect of your service to African literature and your service to protection of humanity;both Arabic and African your service to humanity as you forgave a French woman who stole your book only to publish it under her name in a dint of ****** wham pam pams.