Maybe they know

Maybe they should know,
that I also feel cold on those lonely nights
when their lies no longer 
hold

Maybe they don't know
that am good to look at 
those days I bring home the 
dough

Maybe they can't know 
that I knead the bread 
that my neighbors chew in 
awe

Maybe they will know
that I once held their hand 
in a quest to have 
more

Maybe they know,
that i shouldn't have called them back 
when i knew they were never to be 
moaned

But I don't think they know, 
maybe.

***
Nilotic Place, Bondo
20th Jan 2018

Proud MCAs

New nominated MCAs
Products of tribal arithmetic 
and nominations gone bad

Innocent scavengers whose luck runs cold
Worshipping tin gods, 
perched on khat

Creatures of the nigth bring home the bait
Our mothers look so disappointed when their sins, 
reflect on us

Soon we will discover how fate brings back
the little things that you left behind when you thought they had, 
your back

* * * 
Pride Hotel, Bondo
Jan 2018