GIVE US A SIGNAL,MAMA.

Mama,they are here,
Crying louder than us who cared for you!
Show us a signal,
On how we are supposed to treat them!
Where were they in Kenya,
When Matiba was denied his rights,
And denied treatment even though weak and sick
Where were they,
When his flagship businesses were suffocated
And his loans' interest tripled,
Just so that he may be silenced.
Where were they,
When the leeches sucked his vigour and vitality?
Killing him slowly over such a long time,
We ask for a signal on how to deal with them,
Now that they cry the loudest!

Where were they when Sankara was silenced
Or they didn't like the jabs he gave to Burkina babes
More so, where were they,
When Patrice Lumumba was eliminated?
These so called defenders of freedoms
And caretakers of rights.
Where were they when Njoya was clubbed in Nairobi
And left for dead.
Give us a signal Mama Africa
On how we are supposed to treat them,
Now that they are the first to preach peace while they mean war!

Where were they when Gama pinto was shot on the driveway?
Maybe they didn't like that he was a Goan,
Or they thought he was not entitled as much.
Tell us mama Africa on how we are supposed to live with these facts!
They didn't even speak when J.M was killed and dumped.
Some thought he was growing too popular,
Because he saw the stark truth-
Of 10 millionaires and 10 million beggars!
And so they called it an untruth,
And, burying their heads in the sand,
Couldn't live with him amidst.
Maybe they thought his giving was too much,
That it had to be stopped.

Where were they when Koigi was persecuted?
Or when he was called a terrorist
Just because he couldn't see the fruits of '63 freedom.
Or when Wanyiri Kihoro and Co.were held in the dark cells of Nyayo house,
Just so that their resolve could be tested
Mama give us a signal,
On how we are to see one thing now
And see it differently later,
And yet not lose the trust.
Where were they when Wangari Maathai was branded 'a woman"
As though she wasn't one before,
Just when she stood guard at Uhuru park.
Where were they when the Mothers of political Detainees stripped
Yet none tossed a leso to cover their anatomy!

Tell me where they were,
When a close range bullet finished Tom Mboya
The best president that Kenya never had.
Where were they when their allies killed Gaddaffi?
And despite his social welfare programmes,
branded him a terrorist in his most weak state,
Just so that a united Africa would remain a pipe dream!
And so like Malema i'll ask-
Give us a signal Mama Africa,
On how we are supposed to handle them,
Those who were part of this dark history,
Yet they now cry the loudest
When the fabric tears!