(cover photograph direction: Tobi Amida)
Today, it rains somewhere in Africa.
A light bulb flashes weakly on and off.
A door opens into tomorrow,
But no one enters.
In Ngugi,
Feet are being stamped.
A youth staggers towards a building.
He holds his anger like a torch,
Throws it, and runs.
I open my mouth to chant,
To call him brother, but I am not with him.
I am in a grave.
Here, my country is a thing you hold lightly
Before it explodes.