It’s you
Together we grew
Doing all that we knew
In the little-known Skida
It’s you
Who clearly unfolded
The special book of love
For me to read and drink
From the flamboyantly decorated well
Of loving and being loved
It’s you
I sincerely opened up to
Not once or twice
That our journey together
Had been planned by God.
It’s you
Remember with vivification
Made me face atrocities
Of the village brutes
Whose mouths couldn’t dry
From their salivating extremes
Whenever your resplendence they saw.
It’s you
I proudly walked with
To wherever you went
Only to enjoy your being
Next to the stupefied me
It’s you
Today you should know
Killed me alive
When you openly dumped me
For that’Kodh Ajiki’
Who had it all
That I had not.
Nyakwar Mugele
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