By Abraham O’Obunga
When I was sick,
And my mother,
My only parent,
Called on your help,
You all went silent.
At the hospital,
Only her,
Was my only company.
While the bills rose,
And I could not stay there,
Anymore,
You all went silent.
Now uncountable cattle heads,
Have been slaughtered,
At my funeral.
You all attend,
All in big cars,
Toyota Prado,
To put away,
What had been me,
Only the other day,
In an expensive casket.
You call it a decent burial,
Yet thereafter,
You all leave,
You all went silent.
Abraham O’Obunga is a student at Moi University.
