Till The Thunder Is Still

I will question and I will speak,

Even in my silence you will be scorched by my wrath for I am no longer weak,

You will beat me to a pulp with many a stick,

But even though I crumble like dust I will rebuild my entity brick by brick,

I will raise my words till I make you sick,

You may snuff out my candle but you will never sever my wick,

I will be the bitter aftertaste in your mouth after my blood you lick,

You will remember Wangu wa Makeri when you encounter my stubborn streak

I will I will,

I will I will,

Never let you my opinions kill, relinquish my will,

I will roar till, the thunder is still.

Do not attempt to trivialize my anger,

Do not attempt to starve my spirit with hunger,

You may hack my credibility with your potent panga,

Call to question my “morality” forgetting even the wanderer hutangatanga

I will shout from Nairobi to Namanga,

I will remind you of your vicious visanga,

No I will not lazily lay down and die this is Tahrir not Tanga,

I will be a monument of resistance and my words shall embrace you like the kanga

I will I will,

I will I will,

Never let you my opinions kill, relinquish my will,

I will roar till, the thunder is still.

I will sing a song that will echo generation after generation,

They will build a shrine where my truth shall receive "vehement" veneration,

You may deny me today my vindication,

But you will never stop this provocation.

These words will go forth and not be forgotten,

This legacy shall outlive me like the wisdom of the begotten,

Even after my unyielding flesh is rotten,

I will be the conscience that screams at you, and the shadows that frighten

I will I will,

I will I will,

Never let you my opinions kill, relinquish my will,

I will roar till, the thunder is still.

Kibali

Caveat: I write what I feel even when it makes no sense to me at the moment...