ALL THIS IS NOW FORGOTTEN.......KENYA can now sing a new Song......! A song of liberty and Hope.

Last year (on 27th November 2009) as i was celebrating my birthday..... i just thought about the millions around the world who were not as happy i as i was. Right here in Kenya...thousands of my kinsmen were in dilapidated tents even as heavy rains continued to ponder most parts of the country. This lone imagination made me think about the Untold Stories of children suffering in Iraq, Southern Sudan deaths, rape in Congo, IDPs in Kenya, Aborigines in South Africa, the thousands homeless Americans, the abused women in Saudi Arabia, the suffering Monks in Tibet, the AIDS victims in Siera-Leon, victims of Kony in Uganda the minority in Russia, and the millions of vulnerable people across the world.....! All suffering and facing death in their darkest and forgotten worlds. This provoked me to write the following poem that i must admit is shallow but talks a million words about this near hell stories.

As Kenya celebrates it second liberation, TWO HOURS BEFORE joins the party but nevertheless reminds the world of the other untold clandestines that threatens human existence. Kenya can atleast now sign a new song and a Liberty Song to be specific....however "THE LONG JOURNEY TO PROSPERITY AND POSTERITY HAS JUST BEGUN"

THE UNTOLD STORY, is a story you will love to read. It has no plot though, neither does it has characters, Its characters have no characteristics....!

THIS IS THE STORY

The untold story
The story of the past
The story of today
The story of tomorrow
The story about a story- untold

This story has no plot
Neither does it has characters
Its characters have no characteristics
Their characters already dead
It’s a utopic story.

It’s a story about everything
The story tells us nothing
No one likes telling the story
But everybody listens to it.

It’s not written anywhere
It has no narrator
Nobody knows its origin
The only story that makes one laugh
And cry at the same time

Its prologue is unending
Just like its epilogue
It’s a story about many stories
Stories about other stories

It talks about birth
It talks about death too
It’s the story about the righteous
It’s a story about the wicked

The only story about the
Past, today and tomorrow
It’s the story that compares men to beasts

This is the story about the unknown
It talks about America, China, and North Korea
The story is strange
It even mentions Iraq, Afghanistan, Iran and Israel
It idolizes Wall Street



However, the story is shy
It is the only story that misses the word
Dafur, Somalia, Tibet or even Moscow
The story does not talk about Zimbambwe
Nor does it mention DRC

It’s about rape- fathers raping their daughters
Mothers fornicating with their sons
It’s a strange story
Where characters abuse human dignity
It’s the story that compares the incomparable

The story is set in unknown country
A wonder country
Where true stories are told in whispers
They are not written
Nor sang or narrated- only in whispers
It’s a story of sorrow
A story of bewilderment
Set in illusion

AUTHOR: MWANGI S. MUTHIORA

(I wrote this poem on my birthday last year 27th Nov 2009)
DEDICATED TO THE SUFFERING AROUND THE WORLD


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