Girl with china doll hair
lollipop eyes
confetti freckles
and strawberry smile
a constellation of joy
a sobering champagne sip
for my eyes
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
On a quiet country road
I drove a mother and her baby home
with the smell of dust and sweat on my breath
with every glance I gripped her tighter
like tire tread on the road
making tracks toward her horizon
Before stopping on a rise to admire the view
then burying it again between some rocks and a pot hole
in love with the horror of you
I drove a mother and her baby home
with the smell of dust and sweat on my breath
with every glance I gripped her tighter
like tire tread on the road
making tracks toward her horizon
Before stopping on a rise to admire the view
then burying it again between some rocks and a pot hole
in love with the horror of you
Monday, October 05, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Stories are never always true
But sometimes they partly are
So I am going to make one up
About me and you
Mama allow me to weep
Whilst you work for me
It may break your back
But it breaks my heart to see
And I’m going to extend this hand
Out of respect, not out of pity
That I may one day break my back
For you to see
That we shall stand at a village dance
And smile as we face each other
While your baby bounces on your back
And people whisper scandal to each other
That a white man may dance with another
Whilst believing that he can actually dance
My hope is that you truly do
May this story be at least partly true
(this is my prayer and wish for today Mama, about me and you)
But sometimes they partly are
So I am going to make one up
About me and you
Mama allow me to weep
Whilst you work for me
It may break your back
But it breaks my heart to see
And I’m going to extend this hand
Out of respect, not out of pity
That I may one day break my back
For you to see
That we shall stand at a village dance
And smile as we face each other
While your baby bounces on your back
And people whisper scandal to each other
That a white man may dance with another
Whilst believing that he can actually dance
My hope is that you truly do
May this story be at least partly true
(this is my prayer and wish for today Mama, about me and you)
Friday, August 28, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Man walks into a bar
Looking for grief
Looking for a fight
Taking a seat
Turning his head to one side he says
If you're selling, I’m buying
One nickel for the truth, a quarter for a belief?
The dealer stares blankly back and he says
A belief will cost you, and as for the truth...
The man pours out his pockets
Picking between the coins and candy wrappers
He gets his belief
And sets out in search of truth
He goes back out onto the street
Round the corner it gets rough
Between the streets of dusk and deep night
Drag racing the dawn
He feels the waking light pry at his heart
Searching his pockets he remembers
His belief was lost in a bet with God
and truth got a head start
Let this damn new day begin
Again
Man walks into a bar
Looking for grief
Looking for grief
Looking for a fight
Taking a seat
Turning his head to one side he says
If you're selling, I’m buying
One nickel for the truth, a quarter for a belief?
The dealer stares blankly back and he says
A belief will cost you, and as for the truth...
The man pours out his pockets
Picking between the coins and candy wrappers
He gets his belief
And sets out in search of truth
He goes back out onto the street
Round the corner it gets rough
Between the streets of dusk and deep night
Drag racing the dawn
He feels the waking light pry at his heart
Searching his pockets he remembers
His belief was lost in a bet with God
and truth got a head start
Let this damn new day begin
Again
Man walks into a bar
Looking for grief
Friday, July 24, 2009
Impatient love leave me for a while
So I may rest here in the shade of life
And keep watch over the passing tide
A cool breeze moves on through
Like a freight train taken to flight
The weight and signal of love at the crossroads
Proceed with caution, look left then right
Time will tell us on the other side
So I may rest here in the shade of life
And keep watch over the passing tide
A cool breeze moves on through
Like a freight train taken to flight
The weight and signal of love at the crossroads
Proceed with caution, look left then right
Time will tell us on the other side
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Kesho
I see you friend out the corner of my eye
I weather the ground between us
Gathering the courage and warmth
To say hi
We stand in the shadows of a Melbourne night
A smile crosses my lips, I am just passing on by
The words we share are not know to us
On our journey, a whisper to the afterlife
I take a step, left foot forward
I shake your hand, I turn and walk
And I see you friend out the corner of my eye
With those before who were just passing on by
I see you friend out the corner of my eye
I weather the ground between us
Gathering the courage and warmth
To say hi
We stand in the shadows of a Melbourne night
A smile crosses my lips, I am just passing on by
The words we share are not know to us
On our journey, a whisper to the afterlife
I take a step, left foot forward
I shake your hand, I turn and walk
And I see you friend out the corner of my eye
With those before who were just passing on by
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
A life stolen
Into the shadows of loves alley way
Saw it bent in two, talking to God through the pavement
I passed by
And put my arm around what was dear
That life be with me, till death do us part
Drugs, sex and rock n’ roll
All are symptoms of a broken heart
I looked over my shoulder
People were gathering like shadows
To witness light disappear down a gutter drain
God passed by, we exchanged glances
I turned the other cheek, not yet, I walked on
Into the shadows of loves alley way
Saw it bent in two, talking to God through the pavement
I passed by
And put my arm around what was dear
That life be with me, till death do us part
Drugs, sex and rock n’ roll
All are symptoms of a broken heart
I looked over my shoulder
People were gathering like shadows
To witness light disappear down a gutter drain
God passed by, we exchanged glances
I turned the other cheek, not yet, I walked on
Sunday, May 10, 2009
This river, this stream
filled with rock and sand
grit of the journey sends
birds to flight, fish to sea
Foundations to give light
upon this earth within a soul
that chooses a path
of the righteous and courageous
Stepping quietly on our knees
the enemy can hear us coming
friends quietly look on and whisper
I now can see!
filled with rock and sand
grit of the journey sends
birds to flight, fish to sea
Foundations to give light
upon this earth within a soul
that chooses a path
of the righteous and courageous
Stepping quietly on our knees
the enemy can hear us coming
friends quietly look on and whisper
I now can see!
Forgiveness
You starve to set me free
from the rapists, gangsters and terrorists
time began and it still go on
I am getting fat now, still not free
So you starve for my sins
from this lucky country of me
time stopped and ends here
No more! I gotta starve to get free
So I gonna give and share, then we see
freedom, love and peace
cleaning my heart, increasing the vibration
allowin all to shine onto thee
You starve to set me free
from the rapists, gangsters and terrorists
time began and it still go on
I am getting fat now, still not free
So you starve for my sins
from this lucky country of me
time stopped and ends here
No more! I gotta starve to get free
So I gonna give and share, then we see
freedom, love and peace
cleaning my heart, increasing the vibration
allowin all to shine onto thee
Friday, April 03, 2009
love the lesser of two evils
I see it run down your face
I see it in the streets
as I walk away
love the lesser of two evils
around a corner it tempts me
with your name
I just can't, can't do this again
love, love the lesser of two evils
I take it like a junkie hit
down a dark alley I hear your name
Redemption, here we go again!
I see it run down your face
I see it in the streets
as I walk away
love the lesser of two evils
around a corner it tempts me
with your name
I just can't, can't do this again
love, love the lesser of two evils
I take it like a junkie hit
down a dark alley I hear your name
Redemption, here we go again!
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Time is a restless emotion
That gets tangled at night
In those flickers between the darkness
And the steps toward a dawning light
Each step is a lifetime
Each breath is death
Before its time
Time is a restless emotion
That turns a dream into light
It is the flickers that drown the darkness
And your love my journey from dawn till night
That gets tangled at night
In those flickers between the darkness
And the steps toward a dawning light
Each step is a lifetime
Each breath is death
Before its time
Time is a restless emotion
That turns a dream into light
It is the flickers that drown the darkness
And your love my journey from dawn till night
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Ho ho, ha ha
Land of sweet lime and chilli
raise dust to smile the sunset
Dance in hot colours of thali
till the hard bed we meet
Light switches send dreams to giant billboards
As we slumber, as we sleep
So the darkness of wealth and poverty
becomes a night of broken clay chai cups
Strewn along the railroad tracks
and reading like clearing throats
Deep sounds as the crowd leaves us
to sift like children, the rubbish dumps of life
We wake to trimmed moustaches
blaring horns as we attempt escape
But the cow knows us in every town
So we move aside, we bow down
There we sit under an enlightened tree
and wish like money thrown into rivers
That we may pay so to keep
the dust that chases our feet
Land of sweet lime and chilly
shake your head in agreement
This is indeed a land of metta
So bitter and so sweet
Land of sweet lime and chilli
raise dust to smile the sunset
Dance in hot colours of thali
till the hard bed we meet
Light switches send dreams to giant billboards
As we slumber, as we sleep
So the darkness of wealth and poverty
becomes a night of broken clay chai cups
Strewn along the railroad tracks
and reading like clearing throats
Deep sounds as the crowd leaves us
to sift like children, the rubbish dumps of life
We wake to trimmed moustaches
blaring horns as we attempt escape
But the cow knows us in every town
So we move aside, we bow down
There we sit under an enlightened tree
and wish like money thrown into rivers
That we may pay so to keep
the dust that chases our feet
Land of sweet lime and chilly
shake your head in agreement
This is indeed a land of metta
So bitter and so sweet
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Sunday, November 09, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Dear people of this Earth
Mimi ni mzungu
You can hear it in my voice
Mimi ni mwanamme
You can hear it in the way I talk
Every light has a shadow, every shadow has a light
Now listen...
These are the voices of the ancestors
In the form of music and rhythm
We do not understand the words but we understand their meaning
Deep down in a place that dances
A place where it echoes our birth beyond time
We were one, now listen...
We are expanding and moving
Just as with time
What I see is a beast
You may say is only human
Ndio mimi ni mshamba, mkorofi, mwizi
Ninazunguka kama mzungu nabaki bila kuhama
I will take my space like land, napanda maharagwe na sukuma
With you, na wewe tu.
Lakini kuna mengi
Swali langu ni moja tu
Which one do I hurt first
Ignorance or compassion?
Which one has survived the longest?
In deed or action
Cheza cheza
Play with my thoughts and emotions
Blow this beast a kiss
Mzungu na mwanamme
Like the smell of soil on my hands
You are under my nails woman, I can hear you
My palms bear the fruits of your labour
With you, na wewe tu
Now listen...
Wewe ni Mwafrika
I can see it in your rhythm
Wewe in mwanamke
I can see it in your thoughts
And the shape of your actions
Sasa cheza cheza
Dance with my thoughts and emotions
Dance with the two face
Sing with the voice and vision
The speed of light and sound
Will bring us back from the edge
Of oblivion, Now listen...
Mimi ni mzungu, nyinyi ni waafrika, people of this Earth
And we wish to be disowned
So that we may be owned again
On a trip to our roots, to wander without moving
Insh’allah, Mungu akipenda, Jah Rastafari!
Every light has a shadow, every shadow has a light
Now listen...
Mimi ni mzungu
You can hear it in my voice
Mimi ni mwanamme
You can hear it in the way I talk
Every light has a shadow, every shadow has a light
Now listen...
These are the voices of the ancestors
In the form of music and rhythm
We do not understand the words but we understand their meaning
Deep down in a place that dances
A place where it echoes our birth beyond time
We were one, now listen...
We are expanding and moving
Just as with time
What I see is a beast
You may say is only human
Ndio mimi ni mshamba, mkorofi, mwizi
Ninazunguka kama mzungu nabaki bila kuhama
I will take my space like land, napanda maharagwe na sukuma
With you, na wewe tu.
Lakini kuna mengi
Swali langu ni moja tu
Which one do I hurt first
Ignorance or compassion?
Which one has survived the longest?
In deed or action
Cheza cheza
Play with my thoughts and emotions
Blow this beast a kiss
Mzungu na mwanamme
Like the smell of soil on my hands
You are under my nails woman, I can hear you
My palms bear the fruits of your labour
With you, na wewe tu
Now listen...
Wewe ni Mwafrika
I can see it in your rhythm
Wewe in mwanamke
I can see it in your thoughts
And the shape of your actions
Sasa cheza cheza
Dance with my thoughts and emotions
Dance with the two face
Sing with the voice and vision
The speed of light and sound
Will bring us back from the edge
Of oblivion, Now listen...
Mimi ni mzungu, nyinyi ni waafrika, people of this Earth
And we wish to be disowned
So that we may be owned again
On a trip to our roots, to wander without moving
Insh’allah, Mungu akipenda, Jah Rastafari!
Every light has a shadow, every shadow has a light
Now listen...
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
I felt your strain, I looked up
As you pushed past me
Carrying a beast on your shoulders
While I sat packing my bags for a trip
I left on a plane and a sunset
As you wept and I followed your sweat
Until I got a glimpse of you, within sight and distance
And for a second you looked back, then up
That second was a lifetime
And everything held within
Death, Birth, Pure and Sin
But we saw we other, at least a glimpse
Let the truth be told!
Our eyes met and I followed your sweat
You shouldered your beast, I packed my bags for a trip
We escaped this life, but what about the next?
As you pushed past me
Carrying a beast on your shoulders
While I sat packing my bags for a trip
I left on a plane and a sunset
As you wept and I followed your sweat
Until I got a glimpse of you, within sight and distance
And for a second you looked back, then up
That second was a lifetime
And everything held within
Death, Birth, Pure and Sin
But we saw we other, at least a glimpse
Let the truth be told!
Our eyes met and I followed your sweat
You shouldered your beast, I packed my bags for a trip
We escaped this life, but what about the next?
Monday, September 15, 2008
Women in my life
Women of this Earth
I bow down before thee
And give you your worth
To walk the distance
To beat your chests
To drain your body for your children
As well as those manly pests
To stand on street corners
Under neon lights
To collect fire wood
And cook under cool nights
Women in my life
Women of this Earth
I bow down before thee
And give you your worth
Women of this Earth
I bow down before thee
And give you your worth
To walk the distance
To beat your chests
To drain your body for your children
As well as those manly pests
To stand on street corners
Under neon lights
To collect fire wood
And cook under cool nights
Women in my life
Women of this Earth
I bow down before thee
And give you your worth
Sunday, September 14, 2008
I am bound by the pain
And the pride of this land
A sorrow I hold in the palm of my hand
It links me to my birth
In a place of dust and dirt
In a place of birth and death
I follow my ancestors
As they show me life in shadows
It is where I belong
Voices and visions and rhythms
They are coming out of me
And you shall share them
Like hands touching while sharing food
Or bodies brushing in dance
We are bound brothers and sisters
In this place of dust and dirt
And the pride of this land
A sorrow I hold in the palm of my hand
It links me to my birth
In a place of dust and dirt
In a place of birth and death
I follow my ancestors
As they show me life in shadows
It is where I belong
Voices and visions and rhythms
They are coming out of me
And you shall share them
Like hands touching while sharing food
Or bodies brushing in dance
We are bound brothers and sisters
In this place of dust and dirt
You could see history in the lines of her eyes
Her children in the shape of her breasts
Burden of the earth on the soles of their feet
Her beads tell me a story, one which I shall keep
A time where her father’s wishes came true
A time where there was water and food
Only to be filled with dust and heat
Across vast distances of time and space
Now we stand face to face, I follow her journey
Filled with pride and sorrow as I hold her hand
And study the burden of the earth on the soles of her feet
Her beads tell me a story, one for each day, one which I shall keep
Her children in the shape of her breasts
Burden of the earth on the soles of their feet
Her beads tell me a story, one which I shall keep
A time where her father’s wishes came true
A time where there was water and food
Only to be filled with dust and heat
Across vast distances of time and space
Now we stand face to face, I follow her journey
Filled with pride and sorrow as I hold her hand
And study the burden of the earth on the soles of her feet
Her beads tell me a story, one for each day, one which I shall keep
Monday, September 08, 2008
Brought kicking and screaming into this world
Oh how I hate you dearest friend
For what you represent, your white skin
Now you haunt me
I scream with fear into this racist world
Oh how I love you dearest friend
For what you represent, black and blue
Now I haunt myself
We wish for us both life and death
That we should make a promise to each other
That you may hate me as much as I love you
And together kicking and screaming we may find a way back in
Oh how I hate you dearest friend
For what you represent, your white skin
Now you haunt me
I scream with fear into this racist world
Oh how I love you dearest friend
For what you represent, black and blue
Now I haunt myself
We wish for us both life and death
That we should make a promise to each other
That you may hate me as much as I love you
And together kicking and screaming we may find a way back in
Monday, August 18, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Monday, August 04, 2008
Sunday, August 03, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
A night in Northcote
There it was, a butterfly behind a rusty screen door
I was a shark riding a rainbow
hungry for this night
only wanting for more
So to appease my desire I drew a sketch in darkness
and secretly feasted on the vision of its wings
I wanted to catch that flutter inside me
deep inside behind my hearts locked door
But then sadness engulfed me
my hunger had gone, emptiness remained
an ocean of desire
like never felt before
So I decided to leave it there smiling
that beautiful butterfly, behind the rusty screen door...
There it was, a butterfly behind a rusty screen door
I was a shark riding a rainbow
hungry for this night
only wanting for more
So to appease my desire I drew a sketch in darkness
and secretly feasted on the vision of its wings
I wanted to catch that flutter inside me
deep inside behind my hearts locked door
But then sadness engulfed me
my hunger had gone, emptiness remained
an ocean of desire
like never felt before
So I decided to leave it there smiling
that beautiful butterfly, behind the rusty screen door...
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Monday, June 09, 2008
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Lioness you have picked up the scent
for those crimes I did not commit
when you tear away the flesh
I am still grazing on that grassy plain
As you crouch all ready to pounce
you taste something very different
and panic wells inside my rib cage
stealing my heart away
I know I am slower than you, but I see you now
and am looking deep into your eyes Lioness
Even me, I taste something very different
It is just one more day on that grassy plain
Feeding on the anticipation of you
for those crimes I did not commit
when you tear away the flesh
I am still grazing on that grassy plain
As you crouch all ready to pounce
you taste something very different
and panic wells inside my rib cage
stealing my heart away
I know I am slower than you, but I see you now
and am looking deep into your eyes Lioness
Even me, I taste something very different
It is just one more day on that grassy plain
Feeding on the anticipation of you
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Thursday, May 01, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Mombasa
If you count the grains of sand in the sky
they are greater than the stars on earth
The coral cliffs are holding them up
their porus bodies falling one by one to their death
Turning shooting stars into sand and shells
only to bleed the light dry
To walk upon them, to collect them
like sand grains of time
But there is a place above the stars and cliffs
it is a division of life and death
Like how the onshore breeze bends the coconut tree
a morning prayer, bowing to the unknowing earth
If you count the grains of sand in the sky
they are greater than the stars on earth
The coral cliffs are holding them up
their porus bodies falling one by one to their death
Turning shooting stars into sand and shells
only to bleed the light dry
To walk upon them, to collect them
like sand grains of time
But there is a place above the stars and cliffs
it is a division of life and death
Like how the onshore breeze bends the coconut tree
a morning prayer, bowing to the unknowing earth
Sunday, April 27, 2008
The crisis in Kenya has as much to do with equity as it does with ethnicity
‘We are late sewing crops this year’ a friend sighs as we sit at a roadside café in the heart of Nairobi. The rain is falling heavily on the tarpaulin roof above and I have to concentrate closely to what my friends are saying. One says ‘All this rain going to waste, we don’t just have the world food crisis we have a Kenyan food crisis as well. We were too busy fighting and now we will pay through our stomachs’. I have returned to Kenya after six months absence and am trying to piece together what happened to cause the post election violence and what the future holds for my friends.
I ask them, how did you cope during the violence? I hear clearly one friend say ‘we turned on the TV, got scared, turned the TV off and tried to pretend it wasn’t happening’. So it was a shock, I asked? ‘No not really, we felt leading up to the elections that things were not good, you could feel it in the air’ another friend says. She continues, ‘what was a shock is that we didn’t expect, didn’t know that Kenyans were capable of such violence’. Another says ‘yes it has really damaged our sense of nationhood’.
So, I asked, this was an ethnic conflict? Another friend says ‘well yes and no’. The discussion then became lively. Many of my friends, from different ethnic groups, including the Luo, Luhya, Kalenjin and Kikuyu who were those groups at the heart of the post election violence voiced their opinions. It seems that whilst it did manifest itself in an ethnic conflict, underlying it was longstanding economic inequalities and access to land. It was as much about inequity as it was about ethnicity.
They tell me that in the Rift Valley where the conflict was and still is continuing the real issue is land. Prior to the arrival of the colonial powers much of the Rift Valley was traditionally the lands of different pastoralist groups comprising mainly the Kalenjin, Luhya and Masai. The land was highly productive and colonial powers soon took over large areas of the Rift Valley. The ‘White Highlands’ as they were known were those productive areas where the white farmers grew their lucrative export crops of tea and coffee.
With independence in 1963 many white farmers left the area and much of the land to the group that was made largely up by the first Government, the Kikuyu. Jomo Kenyatta the first Kenyan President and Kikuyu took much of the land. It is estimated his family still have more than 500,000 acres. But other politicians took and have since taken their slice of this productive land. Former President Daniel arap Moi (a Kalenjin) and his family are believed to have more than 300,000 acres and current President Mwai Kibaki in excess of 250,000 acres.
The first Kenyan Government resettled many Kikuyu from their homelands in central province to the Rift Valley and land was either given, leased or sold to many Kikuyu. It was believed by many that only the Kikuyu could continue making profitable incomes on the productive white highlands. Attitudes of Kikuyu superior intelligence amongst the ruling elite and increasing wealth of this group combined with local groups marginalization and increasing poverty levels has caused tensions to steadily rise to this day. To make things worse there has been steadily increasing population pressures in the area, putting more pressure on the availability of arable land. The Luo, from the Lake Victoria basin, perhaps the second most powerful group after the Kikuyu in Kenya have also been moving more into the rift valley over time as Lake Victoria resources continue to dwindle. The subsequent pressure of land for poorer people on which to survive combined with certain individuals (mostly Kikuyu) still owning large tracts of land created a tinderbox ready to ignite.
My friends tell me the 2002 elections was not one based on ethnicity. People wanted a change for a more equitable Kenya and so they united with Kibaki. One of his promises was land reform but when he came to power he did very little to address this. Things did not seem to go as people had hoped. Toward the end of 2007 Mr Raila Odinga, who had supported Kibaki in the 2002 election announced his candiancy under the Orange Democratic Movement (ODM) banner. He based much of his pre-election promises on dealing with social issues including that of land reform. Mr Odinga, a Luo, gained much sympathy from other groups in the Rift Valley including the Kalenjin. Then one friend tells me ‘when it appeared to many that Mr Odinga had been robbed of winning the election, the people had just had enough and took matters into their own hands’. The consequences are what we saw on our television screens across Australia.
I asked ‘so this sounds like another potential Rwanda? I mean there is a small ruling group (the Kikuyu) that many groups are now starting to target and get increasing hostile toward?’ My friends say that this is their greatest fear. They say that political leadership is now crucial to stop such a thing occurring. Even in Nairobi people are starting to talk badly of the Kikuyu. The notorious group ‘the Mungiki’ who are rife in Nairobi at present causing all kinds of social mayhem are linked closely to the Kikuyu and even allegedly prominent Kikuyu politicians. Someone says ‘how can such lawlessness be allowed to go on in the centre of Nairobi?’ They are clearly disappointed with their leaders, there is no way of hiding this.
Then someone says, ‘if only our leaders would follow the example shown by Kofi (Annan). This is a true African leader’. He continues ‘we saw the two sides of humanity during the crisis, we saw such evil but we saw such good and courage as well’. There is a silence and I sense that my friends, also from different ethnic groups, are happy the crisis didn’t split them but made them even stronger. Personally I witnessed Kenyan volunteers and emergency staff risking life and limb to assist those in need. I saw a great strength in Kenya in the midst of all this turmoil. This is something we should not overlook, it is easy to just say ‘it is happening again, those Africans are just hopeless’. But I tell you there are people here with a heart far greater than mine.
So where do we go from here I say? ‘Well it is a long road back, but people are sick of fighting, they now just want peace’ is the voice I hear. One of the problems are that people are scared to go back home and the people that forced them out are still not welcoming them back. But I am told that the land issue is one that can be solved, there are of course large tracts of land owned by wealthy people and politicians in the rift valley. So the question is essentially one of equity not ethnicity. As in many land disputes it is not a question of how much land there is available but who controls it. To solve this problem there needs to be a long process of peace building and land reform. But how will this happen I ask? Again the answer is leadership. We need leadership, true leadership. We are looking now to Mr Kibaki and Mr Odinga to work together to address and solve this issue. Mr Kibaki a Kikuyu and Mr Odinga a Luo now have a unique opportunity to address the long-standing grievances between their two ethnic groups. However, if they squander this opportunity Kenya may fall back into a situation even worse than what we saw in January and February this year. I hope for my friends that such a situation does not eventuate.
The political crisis combined with increasing food and petrol prices is putting the pinch on my Kenyan friends. I feel like in so many situations of this kind, so unbelievably inadequate and so out of place. I think they can sense this and as the rainfall continues to fall we order our food. My friend sitting next to me sees that I have lost my appetite and says jokingly, but with a sense of irony, ‘better eat up now, who knows when we will eat next’. With that we did as my friend and the TV does, we turned our fears off, pretended it wasn’t happening and enjoyed the rest of the afternoon together, like old times.
Stuart Thomson
27/4/2008
‘We are late sewing crops this year’ a friend sighs as we sit at a roadside café in the heart of Nairobi. The rain is falling heavily on the tarpaulin roof above and I have to concentrate closely to what my friends are saying. One says ‘All this rain going to waste, we don’t just have the world food crisis we have a Kenyan food crisis as well. We were too busy fighting and now we will pay through our stomachs’. I have returned to Kenya after six months absence and am trying to piece together what happened to cause the post election violence and what the future holds for my friends.
I ask them, how did you cope during the violence? I hear clearly one friend say ‘we turned on the TV, got scared, turned the TV off and tried to pretend it wasn’t happening’. So it was a shock, I asked? ‘No not really, we felt leading up to the elections that things were not good, you could feel it in the air’ another friend says. She continues, ‘what was a shock is that we didn’t expect, didn’t know that Kenyans were capable of such violence’. Another says ‘yes it has really damaged our sense of nationhood’.
So, I asked, this was an ethnic conflict? Another friend says ‘well yes and no’. The discussion then became lively. Many of my friends, from different ethnic groups, including the Luo, Luhya, Kalenjin and Kikuyu who were those groups at the heart of the post election violence voiced their opinions. It seems that whilst it did manifest itself in an ethnic conflict, underlying it was longstanding economic inequalities and access to land. It was as much about inequity as it was about ethnicity.
They tell me that in the Rift Valley where the conflict was and still is continuing the real issue is land. Prior to the arrival of the colonial powers much of the Rift Valley was traditionally the lands of different pastoralist groups comprising mainly the Kalenjin, Luhya and Masai. The land was highly productive and colonial powers soon took over large areas of the Rift Valley. The ‘White Highlands’ as they were known were those productive areas where the white farmers grew their lucrative export crops of tea and coffee.
With independence in 1963 many white farmers left the area and much of the land to the group that was made largely up by the first Government, the Kikuyu. Jomo Kenyatta the first Kenyan President and Kikuyu took much of the land. It is estimated his family still have more than 500,000 acres. But other politicians took and have since taken their slice of this productive land. Former President Daniel arap Moi (a Kalenjin) and his family are believed to have more than 300,000 acres and current President Mwai Kibaki in excess of 250,000 acres.
The first Kenyan Government resettled many Kikuyu from their homelands in central province to the Rift Valley and land was either given, leased or sold to many Kikuyu. It was believed by many that only the Kikuyu could continue making profitable incomes on the productive white highlands. Attitudes of Kikuyu superior intelligence amongst the ruling elite and increasing wealth of this group combined with local groups marginalization and increasing poverty levels has caused tensions to steadily rise to this day. To make things worse there has been steadily increasing population pressures in the area, putting more pressure on the availability of arable land. The Luo, from the Lake Victoria basin, perhaps the second most powerful group after the Kikuyu in Kenya have also been moving more into the rift valley over time as Lake Victoria resources continue to dwindle. The subsequent pressure of land for poorer people on which to survive combined with certain individuals (mostly Kikuyu) still owning large tracts of land created a tinderbox ready to ignite.
My friends tell me the 2002 elections was not one based on ethnicity. People wanted a change for a more equitable Kenya and so they united with Kibaki. One of his promises was land reform but when he came to power he did very little to address this. Things did not seem to go as people had hoped. Toward the end of 2007 Mr Raila Odinga, who had supported Kibaki in the 2002 election announced his candiancy under the Orange Democratic Movement (ODM) banner. He based much of his pre-election promises on dealing with social issues including that of land reform. Mr Odinga, a Luo, gained much sympathy from other groups in the Rift Valley including the Kalenjin. Then one friend tells me ‘when it appeared to many that Mr Odinga had been robbed of winning the election, the people had just had enough and took matters into their own hands’. The consequences are what we saw on our television screens across Australia.
I asked ‘so this sounds like another potential Rwanda? I mean there is a small ruling group (the Kikuyu) that many groups are now starting to target and get increasing hostile toward?’ My friends say that this is their greatest fear. They say that political leadership is now crucial to stop such a thing occurring. Even in Nairobi people are starting to talk badly of the Kikuyu. The notorious group ‘the Mungiki’ who are rife in Nairobi at present causing all kinds of social mayhem are linked closely to the Kikuyu and even allegedly prominent Kikuyu politicians. Someone says ‘how can such lawlessness be allowed to go on in the centre of Nairobi?’ They are clearly disappointed with their leaders, there is no way of hiding this.
Then someone says, ‘if only our leaders would follow the example shown by Kofi (Annan). This is a true African leader’. He continues ‘we saw the two sides of humanity during the crisis, we saw such evil but we saw such good and courage as well’. There is a silence and I sense that my friends, also from different ethnic groups, are happy the crisis didn’t split them but made them even stronger. Personally I witnessed Kenyan volunteers and emergency staff risking life and limb to assist those in need. I saw a great strength in Kenya in the midst of all this turmoil. This is something we should not overlook, it is easy to just say ‘it is happening again, those Africans are just hopeless’. But I tell you there are people here with a heart far greater than mine.
So where do we go from here I say? ‘Well it is a long road back, but people are sick of fighting, they now just want peace’ is the voice I hear. One of the problems are that people are scared to go back home and the people that forced them out are still not welcoming them back. But I am told that the land issue is one that can be solved, there are of course large tracts of land owned by wealthy people and politicians in the rift valley. So the question is essentially one of equity not ethnicity. As in many land disputes it is not a question of how much land there is available but who controls it. To solve this problem there needs to be a long process of peace building and land reform. But how will this happen I ask? Again the answer is leadership. We need leadership, true leadership. We are looking now to Mr Kibaki and Mr Odinga to work together to address and solve this issue. Mr Kibaki a Kikuyu and Mr Odinga a Luo now have a unique opportunity to address the long-standing grievances between their two ethnic groups. However, if they squander this opportunity Kenya may fall back into a situation even worse than what we saw in January and February this year. I hope for my friends that such a situation does not eventuate.
The political crisis combined with increasing food and petrol prices is putting the pinch on my Kenyan friends. I feel like in so many situations of this kind, so unbelievably inadequate and so out of place. I think they can sense this and as the rainfall continues to fall we order our food. My friend sitting next to me sees that I have lost my appetite and says jokingly, but with a sense of irony, ‘better eat up now, who knows when we will eat next’. With that we did as my friend and the TV does, we turned our fears off, pretended it wasn’t happening and enjoyed the rest of the afternoon together, like old times.
Stuart Thomson
27/4/2008
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Sunday, November 25, 2007
The faces of hatred
and those of affection
here to stay and love us
whatever our direction
Hope rubs shoulders
and elbows are sharpened
the swords of attrition
cutting open the new day
Lanterns swing from their handles
as light peers in
Those eyes are upon us
we cannot hide from them
This is a time of hope and promise
of new beginnings
This is a rare chance
as fear takes its grip, I can already feel it slipping
and those of affection
here to stay and love us
whatever our direction
Hope rubs shoulders
and elbows are sharpened
the swords of attrition
cutting open the new day
Lanterns swing from their handles
as light peers in
Those eyes are upon us
we cannot hide from them
This is a time of hope and promise
of new beginnings
This is a rare chance
as fear takes its grip, I can already feel it slipping
Saturday, September 08, 2007
I can see a hole in your heart little one
dont worry I am going to fill it
packing all my anxiety and taking a trip
deep into the depths of you
There is a hole in my heart
and I am trying to fit you into it
it seems so small but then so deep
like the distance in between
But remember not to worry, I am going to fill it
for all I have taken I am packing in a box
and sending it accross the oceans
anxiety, angst and anger to you
Little one there is indeed a hole in your heart
I can see from one side to the other, right through
My tears are an ocean filling
As I am telling the truth of you
dont worry I am going to fill it
packing all my anxiety and taking a trip
deep into the depths of you
There is a hole in my heart
and I am trying to fit you into it
it seems so small but then so deep
like the distance in between
But remember not to worry, I am going to fill it
for all I have taken I am packing in a box
and sending it accross the oceans
anxiety, angst and anger to you
Little one there is indeed a hole in your heart
I can see from one side to the other, right through
My tears are an ocean filling
As I am telling the truth of you
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Killing Gods
A good man told me once we are all children of God
and if you look deep into my eyes
you would see through the dust and dirt
clouding the vision of this morning sky
Now I wake not to the sound of bells
but the smell of sweat running along this rolling countryside
and these silent roads like after an argument
with my brother on the way to school
As I pass my neighbours house
he is carrying the burden between his shoulders
whilst trying to cut it free
no matter how sharp the tool he cant reach it
He is killing himself slowly and I cry for him
I want to hold his hand and whisper in his ear
please sir we are both made in the likeness of God
I know you and you know me
So please look into my eyes
wipe the sweat and dirt from this crimson sky
and be so kind and tell me friend
are you killing Gods by destroying the likeness of yourself?
A good man told me once we are all children of God
and if you look deep into my eyes
you would see through the dust and dirt
clouding the vision of this morning sky
Now I wake not to the sound of bells
but the smell of sweat running along this rolling countryside
and these silent roads like after an argument
with my brother on the way to school
As I pass my neighbours house
he is carrying the burden between his shoulders
whilst trying to cut it free
no matter how sharp the tool he cant reach it
He is killing himself slowly and I cry for him
I want to hold his hand and whisper in his ear
please sir we are both made in the likeness of God
I know you and you know me
So please look into my eyes
wipe the sweat and dirt from this crimson sky
and be so kind and tell me friend
are you killing Gods by destroying the likeness of yourself?
Sunday, July 08, 2007
My heart is now free
Those shadows moving through your eyelids
And cracks of light and sounds all new
You hold innocence in your hands
And worlds of wisdom beneath your feet
Those first breaths are perilous and sweet
And I am not there little one
To smell your skin and hear you cry
So I will let myself dream of you
As I walk though the days in this life
And know you see me as I do you
Hoping your heartache be only brief
And know your are welcome in my house
This world is a wonderful and lonely place
Where love can dispel all doubts within
So if you get lost take one step in front of the other
And always be yourself
Finally, I need to ask you something
One small favour
Please eat all your vegetables
And take good care of your mum
Go with peace into the world little one!
Those shadows moving through your eyelids
And cracks of light and sounds all new
You hold innocence in your hands
And worlds of wisdom beneath your feet
Those first breaths are perilous and sweet
And I am not there little one
To smell your skin and hear you cry
So I will let myself dream of you
As I walk though the days in this life
And know you see me as I do you
Hoping your heartache be only brief
And know your are welcome in my house
This world is a wonderful and lonely place
Where love can dispel all doubts within
So if you get lost take one step in front of the other
And always be yourself
Finally, I need to ask you something
One small favour
Please eat all your vegetables
And take good care of your mum
Go with peace into the world little one!
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
I've seen love in many different ways
and today is one of those days
when blue tears run down black cheeks
just to roll away
Down cliff sides into valleys
under bridges and through motes
a thousand different streams
within the folds of skin
The steam evaporates in the mid day sun
never to reach the sea
Oh I have seen love in many different ways
and today, well today is just one of those days
and today is one of those days
when blue tears run down black cheeks
just to roll away
Down cliff sides into valleys
under bridges and through motes
a thousand different streams
within the folds of skin
The steam evaporates in the mid day sun
never to reach the sea
Oh I have seen love in many different ways
and today, well today is just one of those days
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
WISE MEN
Three men walk into a bar
Its one of those warm African nights
Three beers at the bar
Will make them kings
Before the night ends
They’ll be dancing cheek to cheek
To ‘rule my destiny’
In the shadows feet to feet
Eventually they find their souls
At the bottom of toilet bowls
The father, the son and the holy ghost
And whisper prayers into dirty sheets
Three men walk into a bar
On one of those warm African nights
They are kings
But none walk out alive
Three men walk into a bar
Its one of those warm African nights
Three beers at the bar
Will make them kings
Before the night ends
They’ll be dancing cheek to cheek
To ‘rule my destiny’
In the shadows feet to feet
Eventually they find their souls
At the bottom of toilet bowls
The father, the son and the holy ghost
And whisper prayers into dirty sheets
Three men walk into a bar
On one of those warm African nights
They are kings
But none walk out alive
My baby is sick
I heard a friend say
What is new friend?
We are all getting sicker each day
I take presents from strangers
I may have saved once
From sickness, from death
No one really knows
The cock was brought forward
It crowed fate
Bananas were carried on heads
The weight pushing 3ft down
My baby was sick
I heard a friend say
But I was not listening
and now she’s dead
I heard a friend say
What is new friend?
We are all getting sicker each day
I take presents from strangers
I may have saved once
From sickness, from death
No one really knows
The cock was brought forward
It crowed fate
Bananas were carried on heads
The weight pushing 3ft down
My baby was sick
I heard a friend say
But I was not listening
and now she’s dead
Beautiful People
I’ve got a burden
Between my shoulders
And I can’t bear it
I’ll walk by your side
While you carry it for me
I’ll give you some money
Enough to keep you tame
Wear it on your head
So it spreads evenly
And forms your feet
To the shape of this earth
The burden is heavy
I’m sorry
It’s the years of hatred
We have had for you
Beautiful People
You bear my burden
So elegantly
Beautiful People, Shikamoni
I’ve got a burden
Between my shoulders
And I can’t bear it
I’ll walk by your side
While you carry it for me
I’ll give you some money
Enough to keep you tame
Wear it on your head
So it spreads evenly
And forms your feet
To the shape of this earth
The burden is heavy
I’m sorry
It’s the years of hatred
We have had for you
Beautiful People
You bear my burden
So elegantly
Beautiful People, Shikamoni
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