Where I Stood For Years Poem by Mbusya Wa Mbusya

...there was a shade of a Nandi flame
And Jesca, and Terry...and...
...and the girl who married last summer.

There were noises of birds, and church goers
Singing Aves and Carols, and coos of doves...
Forsaken, forlorn, awed with skewed ennui!

Then hissing of a serpent, hunting chicken,
And the hens, and the cock; all lamenting a unison dirge!
...then the cock was slaughtered a day later,
Coz' the woman who sells veg was sick.
Tragedy.
Then Mr. Joe bought another to replace the other...

...and I sat there till sun sunk into west, entirely.
Tired.
Broken.
A sleep.
...Alone!
Waiting.
...It began to rain...

The shade of Nandi flame fused with night,
I watched flowers bloom and wither...
...and new buds burst open new petals...
And bats fight the moths deep in the night...
Scary.
...I tear'ed' crisps drops into my palms;
Red as crimson, tearing my heart into shreds...
Self hurt...crumbling inside like house of sand...
Year after year, seasons melting like wax unto each other...
...Two straight years!
...the first two years of hate, and prejudice, and more hate...
Then, just like that,
I realised there was nothing else to wait for,
I walked away.
Beyond myself, into others,
To water falls and still, beyond,
To watch children of Mr. Joe play with Python.

@2015