By Abunerry. Who is this young boy in the wilds? Crawling in the dust, crutches in pain Through the cattle, through dung, through silence Why is he in the kraal but not in the school? Why is his future impending, left in the dark? Who is to blame? He owns no books, uniforms, or pens Only groomed tied to his bones They deny him the basic needs Yet, he serves, yet he survives, yet he walks I ask Who is to blame? Why is silence louder than justice? Why do we build kraals but not schools? Why must children grow where cattle sleep? Are we raising hope or burying it in the dungeons? Tell me, Who is to blame? What if there were safety? What if there were schools? What if there were hearts that care? Would this boy walk alone in the dust covered with thistles? Would his tears speak louder than ours would? Wait, Who is to blame? Will there be a stop to Junub’s wailing? Who will protect us, the broken, t...
As I was travelling to the Pojulu Cultural Festival To meet my beautiful, unknown Nyoka Ruei struck without warning I saw him wandering without a head A ghost set loose on empty streets I asked a bystander why he walked abroad Leju drew near and whispered low “They have released him to spread terror On critics of the system.” “What!” I shouted. “How blatant do you think they are? Where is the justice?” And I broke down in tears. Ruei heard us. Without warning, he struck Leju from behind And he fell With his club, he forced his way toward me I stepped backwards, heart pounding past its speed Above, I saw the law wailing in the sky We are brutalised. Every face around was shocked. Is there a system in Junubi That can hold anyone accountable Ruei raised his club toward my head I lifted my Bible to block the blow Expecting fire to consume it But none came. The Spi...