My son Nok

You turn your head away‘he is my son,’ I say‘he was taken out of my grip’, I sayHe learnt how to shoot with a gun. He shot from village to villageenemies we all becamelapena leaves couldn’t hide uswe were handed blankets, beans and poshointernally displaced we became. Then I heard he was dead.‘he is my…

Acholi Chants

Alokolum yee!where we sitknit table clothes! These days, we chant dirges in EnglishAcholi (language) has become too difficultWe speak Acholi with a twang like we are speaking English. The English do not chant dirges in AcholiThe English do not speak AcholiBut us, we speak English like we are eating sweet potatoes. No one can defeat…

Nyeri

I almost became that man’s second wifeI twisted my underwear here and thereI hynoptised myself that he was the oneI always thought of him. Whenever he sent me a text message“I suit you like the cover of a jerican”I would swing my hips to his tunehe was my man. I waited for him at the…