A Morning Of Long Knives Poem by Mulunda Silingi Phelix Nasiombe

400 is their number
They cared not for their children
They cared not for their husbands
They cared not for their mothers
They simply cared for one man
They sang and praised him
400 women against one man
Very unfair they were.

In the morning 400 sang him
Hallelujah Engonga, I will be there at 10
Just wait for me in the office
My night was bad, he came tired and snored
He touched me not
I am coming for you dear, aren't you Engonga?
Yes, you are! Wait for itching thighs!
400 against one, isn't it unfair?

Engonga, we are sorry for your suffering
The lonely suffering in 800 thighs
The trouble of bathroom shouting
The trouble bathroom shooting
The trouble of of same bed,800 buttocks
The trouble of office moans
The lie of your uncle is weak and wretched
The lie of my delapidated husband
The lie of my old and senile man
The lie of my old and decrepit man
400 lying about their men to lie on your chest
Engonga, you endured the pain and the trouble
I understand your unhappiness
They punished you to the core
I could be sad and sullen like you
400 decimated your Innocent soul
Stealing your pride and purity
Engonga, I am sad for you
And the 400 must face the elders' wrath
Or don't you have council of elders?
The 400 must pay for their sins
Their adulterous sins
Their joys of sins
No atonement for them
No sympathy for them
No throwing about of their gender card
We caught them flatfooted! .
They must pay for their sin
Sorry Mr.Belthazar!
Pole bwana Engonga
And forget about media abracadabra
Eat your sucha! Eat your mukombero! .
Not for them but for your health
Forget about the rap
Forget about the 400
Forget about stress
Engonga, live and love your family.