THE ROOT MADE KNOWN

This is a piece I wrote back in 2010. When the love for the environment was a task I knew was something we can all achieve if we set our minds to.

I dreamt, A simple black dream Where the land lay bear Frosted with heat and dust, Thorny bushes crotched on the rocks, The southern wind hushed any roaming dark cloud Old women trotting the dusty roads Their cheeks peered in to meet their eyes’ sockets And a feeble little hand came to grab me, So I screamed…. Whoops…, thanks God, twas just a dream

And immediately I glanced to the coast And the waters burst the shores Where one Shimo La Tewa once set root And now, the kids played no more And had made the palm trees a sudden haven of refuge So again I screamed… A frightening cry Whoops AGAIN…, thanks God, twas just a dream!

III

So I forced my eyes to look West Where I saw fish gulping for air The lake a diminishing form fathomed by none And little malnourished boys looked with droopy eyes Their eyes the hue of the scorching sun Which had all become a foe to all Peace had departed the lands

And like a quake, Black men shot from the Rift Pointing fingers to the dying breed Oblivious of their big tummies that slowly blocked the dying scenes

And its when that I woke up,

Took my jembe...And planted a tree!

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