MONTH OF AUGUST
Back with a bang!
May be it the power of superstition?
Or you are merely a jinxed month?
Now you are back
To test the strength of our spines
The Nairobi bomb blast
Whispers death
The coup de’t
Just a spoonful
August!
Who branded you an omen?
Why are you this selfish?
Why do we cry whenever you are here?
Why?
A month of ill will
A season of fear and weeping
Whenever you approach
Women of the land weep
They cry their hearts out
Their wombs arches with fear
August, are you selfish?
Or it’s our imagination
Have we become eccentric about death?
Or we are just parochial
Each time you close in,
We are engulfed in a premonition
That we are hitting end of the road
Fear is deeply etched in our hearts
Even as we engage in spiritual warfare
Trying to arrest your jinx
Less we mourn and mourn again
August, save us the wails
As we await the next moon.
AUTHOR: MWANGI S. MUTHIORA
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