A continuing dialogue

When I am naked,
in the close recesses of my mind,
when i am bare,
without cloth,
or corrupted thought,
I think. I think a lot.

I find myself here in this green earth,
this fertile land of mud huts and fertile green,
the natural motherland bearing fruit.
plus two five four, tells my story.
I tell this story to search for myself,
I see myself in you.

I am the voice of Dedan.
I am the voice of Tom Mboya.
I am the voice of mama Africa.
Look at me. Listen.

Your fore-fathers did not fight for this land with efforts futile,
and when they were laid to rest, they still rest in this soil-fertile,
fertile with the strength and courage hidden deep,
deep inside the souls of the true inheritance that we want to keep,
keeping a concealed realization that we ought to carry the flame,
voice our speech so that our ears can pay attention,
to the messages intended to chase away the tension,
of getting lost in today's world, the material flame,
it burns degrees, and it destroys the place we call home.
We look at you, and we hid warnings.
You can do better.
Always.

I find myself here in this green earth,
this fertile land of mud huts and fertile green.
Of dust too.
And the big five.
This is the place I call home.
Remember to carry your weapons, whatever they may be.
Blunt knives. Clenched feasts. AK's and 9 mm's.
This is still the rebellion!
I speak metaphorically, in the real sense I mean carry your wisdom.
That is the only weapon we trully need.
To sift the unwanted weeds,
to plant the much needed seed.

I mean to say this is a war.
We might win a few battles,
but the war remains a reality.
Slavery and slave ships,
money, cars and clothes in the 'babylon' system,
symbolizing false pretenses and warped illusions,
thats why I detest them.
Thats why I stick to my guns.
My guns are of pure conscience.
My bullets are made of love,
ask material science.
Or metaphysics,
she might enlighten you with some few years,
to peruse the past and stumble upon some truth.

Yet again,
they will ask you those questions,
like . . . what did you live for?
what do you want to die for?

My heart is in my home.
Neither East nor West.
My true allegiance is for progression.
Of the world.
and of my people.
My brother and sister.
Tredding this earth.
We have to spread the message of love.
Before its too late for facebook
or handles.