What if the presidents cared? They said victory was imminent. With evil intent, with barrel on fatigue, Beads on mud-caked scentent string, Leaves so scared they're now silent, Trees hearing the slaughter of a pig, While life goes on in the battle ring. Few years back there was a mountain Where silicon budded genius software jigs. Yet eyes were closed on everything. Where were those billions you're now bent Over backwards to send over leagues To warring factions wearing hope thin? Yeah! What if the presidents cared? My people die for lack of wisdom. Life is nothing but an excuse to loot. Life is nothing but dirt to be trampled Upon when upside down is the kingdom, Wishing to have a neck under a boot As a solution to pain, Wishing that ample Resources can paint the soil crimson. Did you care when they dropped out? Did you bear those same veins on your temple When hunger ravaged the mother's bossom? Where were the millions to soothe And bring hope and make nimble? How many books did you garrison? How many teachers did you arm? How many laboratories have you loaded With new tech to break them out the prison? For cultures have marched out of harm By focusing on growth not the goading. So the victory still seems imminent, With evil intent, with barrel on fatigue The kids out of school, the schools on fire, Leaves so scared, they all went silent, Trees hearing the slaughters on the hills, While you fuel the hateful mire. (c) nyonglema
I heard them saying: Fish, fish, fish Free fish for the suffering African Your history's pain, and misery Your misery's plain, and surely Fish will make you whole. Your ancestors feeble Fell to imperial machinations. Your past heroes were but pale Imitations of ours... here some fish. Your misery's plain and surely, You can't do anything without me. Your children are feeble, And can't learn anything. Fish will make you whole: Here grab a bite. I got it where you can't go. Your misery's painfully surly. Cheer up, have a bite. Fish will make you whole. Fish will make you whole. Your history's all that matters. Here grab a bite. Forget potential. You don't have any. I'll save you. Your surly misery's painful But surely miserly gains would Change it all for you? Free fish for the suffering African Who can't do anything today, Because history took it away: Fish will make you whole. I said no. Grabbed a fishing pole. (c) nyonglema
Most perplexing about the capacity of human brains,
Is the flexibility felt when my sons learn computer games.
I watch them go from that searching stare of silent innocence,
Lying in crib or mat, swatting at pendants as if in offence
To swiping and stabbing with index finger at all passing tablets,
Cellphones, my poor laptop! If there’s a display and app-lets
Or full-blown applications with colours which beckon,
They’re game for clicking about and that’s done heavy wreckage on
The peripherals peacefully attached to the gizmo they batter
In their quest for quenching ardent curiosity in their grey matter.
But these steps though hilarious to watch at length,
I know, are the steps which guided will lead to full strength.
But the hardware would have suffered massively in the event.
I dedicate to the kids of the 80s…remember your parent’s LCD calculator?….yeah!