For ‘Mtungo’

A girl’s story is no story
if no boy is in the story
Mine is ‘Mtungo’.

I remember not when I met him
but I remember how I felt when I met him
my heels left the ground
my teeth ashamed the sun
my heart danced kukere
and my unsure nipples came out of hiding.

This man ‘mtungo’ with his Cher Guevara T-shirt,
Gideon boots and ‘Rasta man repatriation bag’ that stuck on his back
was my sight to behold.
A gentle soul then and now
Oh! I loved the way he called my name
I was an Empress,
a Queen when I smiled
He told me-I believed him then as I do now that
It was me- Ruguru- Richie Spice sang about

“And brown skin,
girl I wanna wrap you and then lock you in my arms until
And brown skin, woman I love the vibes,
I love the spice,
I love the passion you bring And brown skin,
yes I wanna wrap you and then lock you in my arms until And brown skin, woman I love the vibes,
I love the spice, I love the passion you bring
it’s only me can love you so baby Hot like a fire, my heart desire….”
pull up selector!

I don’t know why I didn’t see it
the pit that you fell in years ago
drugs…
tragic life for a bright soul,
but it is only for a while…

Am going to pass by Gakere Road today
looking like an empress-just for you
am going to take you out
to our favorite spot-whispers park
we will eat and drink ‘afia’
we will laugh as we always do
we will remember old dreams
we will craft new ones too
we will imagine you in class at Kagumo Teachers College
we will chant what we can vaguely remember from mutabaruka’s teachings
we will laugh at how shy I was back in the day…

I will never let you see me cry for you
you will never see me collect pieces of my broken heart
for you need no pity, nor judgement
but a friend to believe in you ‘mtungo’
and yes honey! I believe in you

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