We Lost, Minayo!

I pray we return, and gather ruins.
We could a fire light; thus warm aching bones,
When hearts heal,
Time will tell.

*
Excited, we grappled for the sun
Aside tucking our star, forsaken
Wanting; thirsting for care.
But apart fate had us ripped!
Surging to clear scholarly assignments...

Oh, Minayo, we lost!

For a season, and many a reason,
In noisy chambers of Mukuyuni; you're locked up...
Whilst deeper in the rift I plunged, to gather madness,
The return remains astounding,
Apple of my eye; finding its lustrous beauty gone.
Village madmen, parrots and prostitutes had,
On it spat, shitted and urinated.

Oh, Minayo, we lost!

To the wise, silence is a virtue.
I thought, whilst into manhood blossoming,
Our violent laughter we surpprassed:
To settle debts with life.
Who knew we could rebel,
Sooner, before the First Harvest?

Oh, Minayo, we lost?

*
Sadness rests on my sullen face,
It knew no grief-- once upon a time.
Echoes of receding footsteps,
And lyrics of a love we under the moon sung:
Resonate with my dying heartbeats...

In miasmic loneliness herein thus,
I wander, blind.
The future afar is bleak,
I can't even grasp the tune of time,
And dance to songs, the wind whistles;
The cold has my bones cracked,
The rain has my flesh numbed,
Without a should, I'll never stand-- upright.

But afar, a nolstagic feeling recur,
My desolate heart still hum:
Oh, there lived a woman,
There lived a woman...
Beautiful Minayo.

But who killed the woman in you?
Leaving a heartless and inconsiderate tormenter.
Daughter of my in-laws, your warm embrace I lost;
And sweet fragrance of your breath,
The night my mat you left for his bed.

My world turned upside down,
My heart inside out:
Whilst arms akimbo, a finger you pointed at my remaining piece,
Hurling at it obscenities,
Which abomination had I committed?
The road was tired of us.
The road doesn't tell whoever walks on it.

And scriptures lure me: forgive and forget...
Nothing happened to beg for forgiveness.
But to forget?
Tell me how,
A man deprived of life could forget it and live.
How could he forget,
In the face of emptiness,
That reminds, and forever reminds,
Of a treasure left behind?

*
Seeds of life we'd sowed,
Irrigated with sweat and blood,
Longed to see them grow, then bear,
Lost patience in silence,
And let strangers devour fruits...
(c) Wafula p'Khisa.