SONG OF THE LAST KENYAN| by Alexander Ikawah

Posted on Posted in Nairobi Experiences, Writers

First they came for the activists and twitter personalities,
They thrashed the striking students from the local universities,
I did not speak out—
Because I was not an activist.
I did not like Jacob Juma anyway and the students threw stones at my car.

Then they came for the CORD protestors shouting on the streets,
They kicked them and beat them like dogs,
It was as though they were trying to kill them.
Again I did not speak out—
Because I was not a CORD protestor.
I did not like Agwambo anyway.

Then they came for the rest of the troublemakers, they started down at the Coast
They finished them slowly one by one, and the counties of NorthEastern were last
Again I did not speak out—
Because I was from the same place as they, and I was afraid.
Surely, they were doing it for us. Surely, now they would stop.

Then they came for us.
And there was no one left to speak for us.
Our brothers slaughtered us.

Illustration by @BwanaMdogo

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