10-29-2002
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THINKING WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF


 WUOD ATIGA,
 Here is my poem to you,

 THINKING OF WHAT YOU ARE MADE OF
 Each passing day seemed to carry,
 my imagination farther and farther away,

 I dug into my life
 thinking what you're made of,
 fear enveloped my heart,
 carefully chose my words,
 finally you dropped the bombshell,
 "I am coming home",

 I dug into my life,
 thinking what you're made of,
 I have learned to live to suffer,
 far better than i could hope to express,

 I dug into my life,
 thinking what you're made of,
 my bussiness as a poet,
 to suffer the things of the world
 and speak myself out,

 my heart breaks if it believes,
 even if it hurts i must believe,
 my heart that i held so secret,

 I dug into my life,
 thinking what you're made of,
 I confess you're young,
 age is a number,
 your skin shines like honey shine,
 "wang'i yom a yoma bam nyako!"
 "Abila" for young turks,

 I dug into my life,
 thinking what you're made of!
 
 (Poem by Max Okoth Okoth, Nairobi, Kenya)


 


 

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