I sat on the veranda in my rocking chair;
Under a conspicuous broken moon,
Listening to a voice on the radio.
My stomach appeased by that night’s food,
Praying appointments be good this time.
Familiarity in those names and that voice,
Crippled my hopes for a change of tune.
My wrinkled face looked away,
Aware of the unfruitfulness of that night;
Even stars had denied me of their glimmer.
The breeze caressed my facial furrows,
Whispering to my ears a better tomorrow.
Yesterday has birthed a thousand tomorrows
With unlived moments.
From my cradle to this chair.
I knew of these same names in power
With sugarcoated words of hypnotization.
Maybe if we dance a new tune,
We’ll rewrite the narratives.
Read – Family is All We’ve Got – A Poem by Amy Tracy Lula, Kenya
