To all the chats we had
to all the shots we took-me breaking out you?
you always killed it
you laughed at me the next day
with all the stories of how i behaved
or misbehaved-but we were buddies even then
And so Charlie my brother from another mother
i beg to honor you with your last wishes
And so i quote you to the end,
i will change the names of places and rivers
to hold your friendship close to my heart
and so i change and use mine!
this way i feel you are at home
and we will meet again
though not soon- i hope not soon but meet.
” Mejja-as you called,
in the end, i have less than three months
i would bet on two or lesser
and so i want to go home
home back to mama and papa
back to my village where everyone knows me
and likes me, and dances my tune
and sings and laughs at jokes and mockery
yes bro! there!
i want to be there!
so that i can drink water from river kanyiriri
and eat fish- fresh from the source,
and the Fufu drived down with mrendaa!
there, yes there is where i want to be
To watch the skies, blue as they always are
and count the stars at night
and hear the cock crow at the crack of dawn
as papa milks his zebu
and mama prepares fermented porridge
and i? i will soon go out with cousins to watch papa’s cattle
as they graze in the wilderness of grass
huuuuh! that way i will feel home
and this cancer will not matter
neither will all the pains it brings
neither will all the desperate things i went through
to meet you, in that European dream that was
that never was and that denied me all these fun i talk of
and the reality that i eave my child
my daughter and only
in the wrap of a future i wished to be part of
but can’t be,
in my sorrow i count on Gods favor
and i hope to see a better after life-f there is
and hope there is,
there should be.