The Village Curse Poem by Mbusya Wa Mbusya

Every of those three hills,
From the village to market,
Worn like an ancient armlet-
We had just burried another,
And betrothed the other,
We were quiet and lonely

The rains were seasonally late,
Farms, bruised by sheltering sun,
Paused for sorrow reincarnation,
It was mournful; a twist of fate:

The village elder broke an ankle
Pastor caught in love triangle,
Everything changed in a twinkle,

The rivers had dried up in June,
Boys were selling sand in dune,
As I said, it was dull; it did hurt,
When rainy clouds came and did part.

Two school girls were kidnapped;
Two male teachers were arrested,
Noon, two bodies were discovered,

As I said, it was dark ominously,
It was quiet and painfully lonely.

by Gabriel Mbusya