a history, erased

This poem is a gathering of my thoughts following the recent Kenyan elections. Fear, frustration, division, celebrations, calls for peace so that we can “move on”, move on to what? It is not about the elections, this is an inevitable expression of what we have ignored or suppressed over a long period of time.


a history, erased

sounds of vuvuzelas drown echoes of the past
commissioner’s seal blots out history’s ink

grief is indeed a luxury

history begins here

every action, word
every thought, memory
creates my history
while you create yours

which one of our histories will survive
which one shall be suppressed?

don’t look back, nothing to see
move on
move on
you, move out!
move on

“life goes on”
(but somewhere it must reach)

you are a people without history
stick to your geography
boundaries were not sketched without reason

the kind of anger that is visible
a fire that scathes skin
and the kind of anger that simmers silently
filtering through each pore,

what will remain
shall be your history


But, we shall heal….

17 thoughts on “a history, erased

    1. Well, although nothing can last forever, there is certainly a disturbing phase that we are experiencing the world over. And this is the time we get to see the few stars that keep shining no matter how dark it gets. Perhaps we can just get to learn from them.


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