The sister of the former American President, Barack OBAMA reported on her Twitter/X account the letter that a young demonstrator wrote to her to recount the day of great mobilization and demonstration of Kenyan youth on June 25 against the project William Ruto’s budget.
“They shook us with tear gas and water cannons, Mom.
We coughed, cried and choked on smoke, but we were still up to the task,” says this young anti-budget protester
In conclusion of this story which reads like a touching poem, this young man writes to his mother:
“I’m sorry I didn’t taste the rice.
Like some people did, mom
All I tasted was the balls, mama
They sprayed me with bullets, mom,
That’s why I won’t come home.
My battle is over, mom
But not the revolutionary war. “
(Read the full text) *Mama I made it!*
I occupied Parliament
Remember the #occupyParliament demonstrations?
But tell papa I’m sorry
I won’t come home tonight
Not because I’m spending at a friends’. No!
Not because I’m among the injured. No!
Nor because I was abducted as they have to most of us. That would have been better
I’m in cold dark place called the morgue Mama
I know Papa will be angry why I wore his shoes
I had to, I know they are bigger but I had to …
Otherwise no one could have.
I know he will complain that I have read too much political novels
Please don’t let him blame Animal Farm,
Don’t let him blame Kidagaa Kimemowzea,
Don’t let him blame Tumbo Lisiloshiba,
Don’t let him blame Kifo Kisimani,
They hailed us for being fearless Mama!
They called it an historic moment ;
actually unprecedented.
Did you watch the news?
All over the country thousands of us matched forward, wearing mostly black,
chanting slogans and singing revolutionary songs.
They call us GenZ Mama.
Some Mpigs say we have watched too much Netflix
and we eat KFC. Sorry for the spelling Mama,
I meant MPs.
Did you see how we sang ‘Kudade’ with Mc Gogo?
Did you see how Mulamwah gave us Tea and Mandazi?
Have you seen all the comedians, Content creators and influencers?
I told you it will be Big Mama!d you see how Juliani turned up and we sang ‘Utawala’? That song you call ‘Nikoo njaa siwezi karanga’?
Did you hear us sing ‘Tujiangalie’by Sauti Sol?
Have you seen King Kaka’s ‘They want to finish us off’?
Did you see how Mulamwah gave us Tea and Mandazi?
Have you seen all the comedians, Content creators and influencers?
I told you it will be Big Mama!
We matched forward Mama
Slowly and peacefully Like you told me
We said we were peaceful
They rattled us with teargas and water canons Mama
We coughed, cried and chocked to the smoke but still matched on
We matched amidst the sting of that pink water they sprayed on us with those beastly vehicles. But nothing was more painful than hearing them pass that draconian punitive Bill Mama. Remember how you used to forcefully give us porridge by locking us between your legs, …
… pinching our noses then pouring a tone of porridge in our forcibly opened mouth?
Leaving us with two choices; swallowing or choking to death? That’s what they did to us today Mama
But unlike in the past, today’s child chose the latter; death!
We approached the parliament as promised.
We eventually occupied Parliament Mama
Albeit briefly.
The wall gave in and we entered.
I’m sorry I did not taste the rice
As some did Mama
All I tasted was the bullets Mama
They sprayed me with bullets Mama,
That’s why i won’t come home.
My battle is over Mama
But not the revolutionary war.
*Mom, I did it!*
I occupied Parliament
Remember the #occupyParliament protests?
But tell dad I’m sorry
I won’t come home tonight
Not because I spend money with friends. No!
Not because I’m one of the injured. No!
Not because I was kidnapped, as most of us are. It would have been better
I’m in a cold, dark place called the morgue, mom
I know dad will be mad because I wore his shoes
It was necessary, I know they are bigger but it was necessary…
Otherwise, no one could have.
I know he will complain that I read too many political novels
Please don’t let him blame Animal Farm,
Don’t let him blame Kidagaa Kimemwozea,
Don’t let him blame Tumbo Lisiloshiba,
Don’t let him blame Kifo Kisimani,
They saluted us for our intrepid mom!
They called it a historic moment;
in fact unprecedented.
Have you watched the news?
Across the country, thousands of us lined up, mostly dressed in black,
chanting slogans and singing revolutionary songs.
They call us GenZ Mama.
Some Mpigs say we watched too much Netflix
and we eat KFC. Sorry for the spelling Mom,
I meant the deputies.
Did you see how we sang “Kudade” with Mc Gogo?
Did you see how Mulamwah gave us tea and Mandazi?
Have you seen all the comedians, content creators and influencers?
I told you it would be Big Mama! See how Juliani came and we sang “Utawala”? This song you call “Nikoo njaa siwezi karanga”?
Have you heard us sing “Tujiangalie” by Sauti Sol?
Have you seen “Wanataka Kutumaliza” by King Kaka?
Did you see how Mulamwah gave us tea and Mandazi?
Have you seen all the comedians, content creators and influencers?
I told you it would be Big Mama!
We faced the attacker Mama
Slowly and peacefully, like you told me
We said we were at peace
They shook us with tear gas and water cannons, mom
We coughed and cried and choked on smoke, but we were still up to it
We faced each other in the middle of this pink water that they were spraying us with these beastly vehicles. But nothing was more painful than hearing them adopt Bill Mama’s draconian punitive plan. Remember how you forcefully fed us porridge by locking us between your legs,…
… pinch our noses and then pour a ton of porridge into our forcibly opened mouths?
Leaving us with two choices; swallow or die of suffocation? That’s what they did to us today, mom
But unlike in the past, today’s child has chosen the latter option; the death!
We contacted Parliament as promised.
We finally occupied Parliament, mom
Albeit briefly.
The wall gave way and we entered.
I’m sorry I didn’t taste the rice
Like some people did, mom
All I tasted was the balls, mama
They sprayed me with bullets, mom,
That’s why I won’t come home.
My battle is over, mom
But not the revolutionary war.
A friend forwarded me this. I cried …
*Mama I made it!*
I occupied Parliament
Remember the #occupyParliament demonstrations?
But tell papa I’m sorry
I won’t come home tonight
Not because I’m spending at a friends’. No!
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— Auma Obama (@AumaObama) June 26, 2024 Similar articles
