Kimani wa Mumbi

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See, two roads might diverge in any wood,
And sorry you cannot travel both
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I will not mourn my father's death
I won't even be struck by his death.
I will not contribute a coin to buy his coffin,
Or for the funeral which I won't even attend.
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This is a parody of Henry Barlow's 'Building the Nation'.

Like always I have done a lot
In building our nation.
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4.

Close that door, son
For I am old and my bones are weak.
I've seen 89 under the sun
Journey's been long burning up my wick.
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Tell me my leaders
How low shall you stoop?
Humiliate me like a homeless man
As if to you I was nothing!
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I wonder what she was thinking
When she decided she'd be leaving.
Did she compare the pros and cons
And the cons indeed won?
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Walking in rural Africa
I saw an unfinished mud hut.
I laughed softly.
Question myself I couldn't resist:
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O Uganda! I miss you.
I miss you and your sweet bananas.
I miss your matooke and the beautiful nyabos.
I miss your beautiful capital and its dirty ghetto
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Your hair is dirty, good sir -
Said an innocent child to me one day.
I have what they call African hair,
A natural nappy head.
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'Twas the most romantic,
'Twas the shortest lasting,
Like a hen lays an egg,
Like a cloth holds to a rotting peg.
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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
No. Summers in Africa are hot as hell:
Rough dusty winds our thatched huts shake
While heaven's bloodshot eye on boiling our brains concentrates;
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For May:

A rare metal – hard to find –
You're worth more than all gold there is.
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Four and six make ten
'Fore I'm sick I'll make my tea.
'Fore I'm weak I'll make you sing.
'Fore I'm dead you'll see my thing.
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Be not proud
The world's round
Days get long
Missy Joan
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For May

Sitting in the trees
Reminds me
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For Mary

Distance separates me and you,
yet your love lingers like the morning dew.
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May

I watch the candle drip and
with every dropp I
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Pa looks at the newspaper
I flip the pages of my novel,
No one is reading a thing.
A minute later he flips the channels
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I'm weak
Haven't spoken to anyone a week.
Of suicide I contemplate
My body, energy won't generate.
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My stepfather, in his wisdom
Claimed that though he had tried,
He had totally failed to see the difference
Between myself and any cow.
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Kimani wa Mumbi Biography

He attended Oloolaiser High School in Ngong, Kenya. Later did A-Level in Kampala after which he joined St Lawrence University, Kampala in 2008. He considers himself a humorist and has written many essays and parodies. Many of his humorous essays and poems can be found at his blog: http: //keemlit.blogspot.com/)

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The Road Not Taken - The Parody

See, two roads might diverge in any wood,
And sorry you cannot travel both
And remain a single traveler, stand you could
And look down one far if you would
To where it bends in the undergrowth.

You might take the other, might be fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
For it is grassy and wants wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Has worn them really about the same.

Both roads any morning equally lay
In leaves no step has trodden black.
Oh! you might keep the first for another day!
Yet you know how way leads on to way,
You should doubt to ever come back.

And you'll be telling that with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
That two roads diverged in a wood, and you -
You took the one less traveled route,
And that, surprisingly, made all the difference!

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