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reLOVEution POETRY BY ADELLE ONYANGO
No army boots
No guns
No gas masks
But I promise you,
This is a movement tougher than any.
We serve to remind YOU of a feeling killed by tears
Killed by death
Killed by lack of an enemy
Killed by mind control
A feeling whose death we witnessed
In churches. When preacher man yelled HALLELUYAH as he looked down on our offering.
When priests and sisters locked us in a room with our desperation,
stole our light and fed us bullshit.
A feeling whose death we witnessed.
In schools. When formulas were memorized and crayons broken
When history taught us colors. Painted white the enemy and black the idiot.
When DHOK WA GI YECHO MOND WA WUO DHOK MA OK MAR WA*
A feeling whose death we witnessed.
In the vote. When we appointed them to work but they showed us our differences.
They defined us and we let them.
They broke all mirrors and showed us the enemy in our eyes.
And we believed all that sh!t and turned on each other.
We are the enlightened.
We are different.
We are sick of fighting,
hurting
crying
dying.
We are sick of the cold vacuum where IT used to be.
We’re bringing IT back.
LOVE.
Join the reLOVEution.
Adelle.
*Luo for: They tore our language so we could speak one that wasn’t ours.
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LETS HAVE IT
02:35
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SOUL TO SOUL
02:35
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EFFORT
02:25
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SOMETIMES
02:48
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FEVER
02:52
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BEAUTIFUL MINDS
01:33
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SEARCHING
01:46
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1994 POETRY BY ADELLE ONYANGO
Flesh split into bars
Different chambers within one star
16bars and concrete walls separate each prison
Wooden signs on each, voice captivity’s reason.
Dark skinned prisoners with blinding bright minds
Whose bony fingers snapped shut the locks in a history bound by time.
A time when fear had marched majestically creating a beat for all to dance
A choreographed movement that held all in a hopeless trance.
Magnified maps of my insides unearth a boulevard of signs
Some on wooden plaques, some metal, a kaleidoscope of different kinds.
No men allowed. No fat men allowed. No light-skinned fat men past this point.
No tasks allowed. No new tasks allowed. No challenging new tasks past this point.
No room for strength in this area.
No healing, no erasing the past, no room to feel better.
The signs were firmly rooted in the earth of my skin
Because it’s easier to lose and scary to try and win.
So I harbour this workforce of oppression and apartheid
With no air of a 1994 able to raid
My conscious and set alight a yearning for liberty
A call for a revolution where I’d marshal my senses and plan the murder of conformity.
And they’d chant my definitions and swear oaths of no surrender.
In the market place of my soul there’d be stories of this new Mandela.
I would marshal all the forces within, prepare them to be ready to kill, ready to die
To protect at all costs, the definition of I.
I snap back into reality, where I’ve stalled.
A prisoner and a warden look identical.
Calls to freedom travel off lips to ears on the same head.
Meditating on what the captives in my soul have just said.
In the court of my spirit the past defends its importance
The present begs for just one chance
And the future, well the future sits back and chuckles at me
Because its 26th April 1994 and tomorrow freedom comes to be!
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TRAVELLER
01:54
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DARLING MAYBE
02:14
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JAZZ AND THE CITY
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INTRO AND OUTRO CONTAIN SOUNDS OF NAIROBI AT NIGHT
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FRESH AIR
02:35
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ALIVE
02:56
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LET GO
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Eric Onasis Nairobi, Kenya
Red so-Ill Productions is an indie label based in Nairobi Kenya. At the moment still in its development stage where we are experimenting with different ways of managing and putting out products.
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