Smart , thin and handsome man
Fine eyes stern face , bushy eyebrows
Elegant clothes official
Water festival of the year



A little shy unused to the society
At ease  of no use  at the moment
Thought it better
To leave everything as it is



To  play cards of intelligence deficient
For the light we hardly see
A few words only to compliment
Empty  veranda we strolled  




To find a new way initially
A longish halt.
A  life in which a better part
Had been spent



Strangely intimate friends
Of some hill stations  nearby
Good feelings exactly later
In alien land temporary
Far away from home

Gassy stomach churns
Able to spend short leave home
The volume displaced from my system
Time to retire on a pension



Low price the real trouble
The incidence of  common occurrence
Ordinarily people stated by their lives
But to which end



Their  day’s job played like tennis
With rifts,  little jealousies here and there
Good decent , normal people
Involved in unusual contingencies

In a good mood tear gas suspended For a while vultures hovered
Shredded orange peels a *** of sauce
The hairy skin of a goat , rather than the meat
The patter on the zinc roof
The rain cooled air
The mosquitoes flying around



Of tear gas talked about whoever kicked one another
The grove by the stream too young to understand

I carry them everywhere I go
Away to England
How can I leave my children
And run to  safety?
Men, women gathered surprised
Under an ancient Udala tree ( Star Fruit )
Of their battles over the fallen tree its fruit a taboo.
A fruit to the spirits the shadowy outline of a spirit
The senseless war , hoped it would end soon
For quarrels we do not look for
But when your quarrels finds us
We would crush you
We never run from our homeland
Bumpy dirt roads lined by tall grasses
The marshy roads
The looming three  story a country home
Near the thatched fence
At the white and dark lines  elaborate curves
A piece of ( Nzu ) cleanser to the guests.

A thousand lost words slender arms
Take your choice  from a glass change first
Of water the drowned inside
Over the kitchen a starry sky
What is wanted is sensed first
Where has that woman gone
Singing with a cleared throat
A wrapper to wipe the sweat
From the brow puzzled in the armchair
For the first time how unloved things were
In the house a frightened little boy  hiding from his mother
A choice to brush the humiliation aside
In the name of over exalted intellectualism