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    I won’t write
    Of dusty African streets
    beggars begging for coins in expensive bowls.
    I won’t write
    of how diseases make us scary
    and how wrong prescriptions are sent our way.

    I won’t write
    of how the government squanders our money
    how we get lied to with roads and fly overs.
    I won’t write
    of the women raped by the road side where I take time to buy roasted maize and how that bench at the base turns into a bed in the night.

    I won’t write
    of pregnant teenagers who say the priest isn’t the father
    And how they called Jesus and God in the middle of their Holy ecstasy.
    I won’t write
    Of how contraceptives and morning afters have reduced us from being Kings to killers
    Of abortions in the capital and how the dead foetuses are carried first class in plastic bags!
    I won’t write
    Of how John sees James at the expense of Mary
    How lovers of the same sex can’t get straight to the point
    I won’t write!

    I won’t write of tribalism and its powers of division
    How we find comfort sucking the breasts of inequality
    And how the police shot my Kikuyu friend just for faking a Luo accent.

    I won’t write
    Of the killings
    How bombs rock our capital and we dare
    blame Abdalla just because he owns a miraa stand!
    I won’t write.
    of the killings,the gunshots, the chants for the revolution to spark in the streets!
    Occupy this, occupy that
    I won’t write
    Of how matter occupies space with no force!
    Tear gas tears us and I remember the old woman who died clutching her walking stick but still
    I won’t write about that!

    I won’t write
    Of how my father boxed my mother
    And how we spent cold nights while his side kick
    enjoyed the warmth of my mothers husband!
    I won’t write
    Of that father who can’t put on blue pants and bed sheets
    just to act Superman to his child
    And that mother who gossips too much and every time Alicia  has to sleep hungry
    Of how Alicia’s bedtime stories are movie like sound tracks of her parents fighting!

    I won’t write
    Of how the rains missed its period
    since the trees weren’t told ‘the sky is the limit’
    And how our country Kenya got the deadliest dry spell Harry Potter couldn’t chant!
    How we make it our task to kill elephants just for their tusks
    And to make it worse we rather carry their dead faces on brown notes!
    But still of all this tinted actions.

    I won’t write
    Because I’m tired of being a poet.
    Writing piece after piece yet the impact never moves you!
    I won’t write
    Just to fit in as a writer
    Get snaps and claps, ovations and pats
    Because I’m tired of being a writer
    And at this point of my fatigue this is the only time I can be my own man
    I can be of sane mind and chose to do right
    Because I realize
    I am but a breath
    you are but a breath
    I am but a breath
    you are but a breath
    Only then will I write!
    Only then will there be no more tint!
    Only then will I write again!

    © Gufy Poet [Oscar Ogero]

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    {GuFy Dox is a Nakuru born poet. He is a second year Film student at the Kenya Institute of mass Communication. A saved Christian. Has an extreme loving for writing and the color pink. The 43rd Slam Africa King. Runs a poetry movement known as #UpgradePoetry at his home town in Nakuru.}

    A performing Poet|43rd Slam Africa poetry King|writer|Photographer | Founder: #UpgradePoetry

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    rosana kevin christopher

    Just awesome, outstanding

    Winnie K.

    the poem of poems!


    great stuff …..excellent

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