There is this nyerkuk

His name is Junub

He was born during poverty

His father died under Kawaja

And his mom with Jalaba

 

 

He sat all alone by himself

Next to the so mass grave

All surrounded by skulls

Of morohum who are not galatan

But vanished under their own land

 

 

Not long before the nightfall

The unfolding black night arrives

With bad omens it clocks in

Owls announcing the counted beings

To the hidden night runners 

That already identify with darkness

 

 

Inside this thatched house is no safe

For the moonlight won't stop

Exposing this nyerkuk with holes

On his pants not bigger than

The paths formed by lofar

On the soft grass on the roof

 

 

With trauma tears rolled down

Junub's curved face with tempo

But then he felt water droplets

For the rain had been summoned by his tears

And yet his notes under the tree

Need to be shielded against the rain

 

 

With holes on the rooftop

He curled in the dry corner

To stay away from the cutting cold

The woods already burning at the edges

Yet the sound of the river increases

And he fear being swept away

 

 

The dawn is not yet here

And the stars keep increasing

Some burning with pace across the sky

But the familiar sound is too close now

Inside is only emptiness

Outside is full of talaga

 

 

The twilight peeps through the cracks

On the wall as birds calls Junub out

All his sabiat are gone

And the skulls gaze at him with emphathy

And vengence written all over their faces

 

 

He picked a pen and a white paper

Crept slowly towards the Jalaba

But was met by Kawaja

Who welcome him with an empty seat

He goes in for a kill by writing A-Z on his white paper

And turned away with joyous heart

For even the Kawaja and Jalaba

Started following him to battle in arabat.

 

                                     -By Okelo Sejo