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In one bright, rainless, warm, non-sombre and cloudless morning of April 2014, Skirmishes began at ten in the morning, among the roaming street children As if they were only playing hopscotch among themselves, and their mates, It was an unfolding in the dust filled non tarmacked streets of Lodwar town, Town located in the savannah desert belt of north western Kenya, A non local police man who was on patrol shot dead a rioting local, A hungry local had attempted to ****** a shot-gun from the policeman, He shot him twice in the head, scattering whitish brain tissues all over, He shot another local sympathizer of the riot in the leg, in the heel, The remaining riff-raff of rioting locals took off on their heels, like rats, Once picturized in the word-smithing power of James Herbert, The hoards of local rioters, most of them motorbike riders, rushed back, To their places of abode, known as Manyatta, or poor hamlets, more sorriest than ghettos, They pulled out their fellow manyatta dwellers For military reinforcement They came back in throngs All armed with rusty guns Swearing to **** all By the brute guns, All the non locals Not from their tribe. They rampaged a whole town Mercilessly looting and plundering Each and every shop, business vessel, all outlets Of the non-locals, all the migrants; black and white, Chinese and Arabs, Indians and Somalis, Just but to mention, They looted while singing tribal war songs, shooting all the non locals Identified by differences in outfits; especially loincloths, Ekijolong, etc They shot non local women, children and vandalized their trade wares Those with guns holding the police station hostage, those without guns looting shops Some tried ****** but their uncircumcised ***** proved a snag in this satanic venture With a sardonic remorse they stopped the terror of **** against womenfolk of non natives Women folk of non local ethnicity, but still not safe as shooting followed without ruth, Puncturing the ******* ****** and bladders, spilling and splashing blood on each gunshot, Human wailing, crying, hysterical running, farting, falling, and brute of the gun’s cannon Gripped the town in a flower of curling dark smoke from burning tires, Gunmen walked from door to door in a feat of amok anger, Asking names of each person on their way To decipher out the tribe or the clan Lest they mayhem a native son Instead of the non- local Which they are bound to **** By dutifully releasing Deathly bullets Into the head Of emoit.
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 4:51 AM UTC
alexander-k-opicho
GUN-SHOTS IN LODWAR
In one bright, rainless, warm, non-sombre and cloudless morning of April 2014, Skirmishes began at ten in the morning, among the roaming street children As if they were only playing hopscotch among themselves, and their mates, It was an unfolding in the dust filled non tarmacked streets of Lodwar town, Town located in the savannah desert belt of north western Kenya, A non local police man who was on patrol shot dead a rioting local, A hungry local had attempted to ****** a shot-gun from the policeman, He shot him twice in the head, scattering whitish brain tissues all over, He shot another local sympathizer of the riot in the leg, in the heel, The remaining riff-raff of rioting locals took off on their heels, like rats, Once picturized in the word-smithing power of James Herbert, The hoards of local rioters, most of them motorbike riders, rushed back, To their places of abode, known as Manyatta, or poor hamlets, more sorriest than ghettos, They pulled out their fellow manyatta dwellers For military reinforcement They came back in throngs All armed with rusty guns Swearing to **** all By the brute guns, All the non locals Not from their tribe. They rampaged a whole town Mercilessly looting and plundering Each and every shop, business vessel, all outlets Of the non-locals, all the migrants; black and white, Chinese and Arabs, Indians and Somalis, Just but to mention, They looted while singing tribal war songs, shooting all the non locals Identified by differences in outfits; especially loincloths, Ekijolong, etc They shot non local women, children and vandalized their trade wares Those with guns holding the police station hostage, those without guns looting shops Some tried ****** but their uncircumcised ***** proved a snag in this satanic venture With a sardonic remorse they stopped the terror of **** against womenfolk of non natives Women folk of non local ethnicity, but still not safe as shooting followed without ruth, Puncturing the ******* ****** and bladders, spilling and splashing blood on each gunshot, Human wailing, crying, hysterical running, farting, falling, and brute of the gun’s cannon Gripped the town in a flower of curling dark smoke from burning tires, Gunmen walked from door to door in a feat of amok anger, Asking names of each person on their way To decipher out the tribe or the clan Lest they mayhem a native son Instead of the non- local Which they are bound to **** By dutifully releasing Deathly bullets Into the head Of emoit.
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