The wounds of the wagalla

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For those of you who don't know Wagalla:

 

Wagalla lies a few Km west of wajir in the NFD (the somali territory colonized by the madax korankor).

In the late eighties thousands of somalis were massacred by kenyan armed forces and still no one has been brought to justice.

 

Maxamed is Somali-NFD poet, playwright, song-writer and fictionist and has authored the following books:

1)The Beaming Blood,

2) The Narrow Nook, Silver Out of My Reach and 3) The Featherless Pheasant.

 

He is the editor-in-chief of Haldoor, Khartoum based Somali language monthly magazine,and the foreign relation secretary for the Khartoum based Somali Culture andLiterature Association.

Juba University, faculty of Arts and Humanity Studies.

 

 

THE WOUNDS OF THE WAGALLA.[POEM].By: Mohamed Abdikadir Daud [stanza]

 

 

I am a fair thinker with fresh mind,

I am a fictionist and film-maker,

The first film-maker from Northeastern province;

I am a deep-rooted novelist from a deprived province;

 

It is so long that I suffered at the hands of a dictator,

The dictator that maimed me for life,

The wounds of Wagalla are unhealed,

Unhealed, unforgettable and uncured;

 

Oh my fellows! Ah the forgotten Northeasterners!

Let us all cry at once for the lost innocent lives!

Cry at once at the top of our voice,

Let us say farewell to the ages violation;

 

Are we real Kenyans?

I double-doubt my dears!

Georaphically claimed,

Economically marginalised;

 

No reliabe roads!

No rational rules!

Sense with me what I have said,

Then, oppose me with an evidence;

 

Bear in mind that I am the voice,

The voice for the unheard voices,

The solid sense for the senseless,

The clincher for the collapsed siblings;

 

I am the epitome of the epochless;

My words are the epees,

The epees at the neck of the corrupt con-men,

Let us dream please, dream and dream of development;

 

I am a free-will-founder,

A freedom-fighter;

I fight with wit-words,

Not with weapons;

 

Who am I fighting for?

I am fighting for the coming generation,

Calling for NEP-wide cooperation,

And cohesion with income-generation;

 

Hi patriots of Northeastern province!

Hi the patrons of Northeastern province!

Let us wake up please for stability,

Wake up, wake up and wake up for solidarity;

 

Let us say NO!

Say NO to tribalism!

Say NO to plagiarism!

Say NO to nepotism!

 

Gone are the errors of Moi government!

Gone are the steps of our right-theft arrangement!

Let us clap aloud with keen emotion,

Clap aloud with united hands for promotion;

 

Let us yearn for justice and human rights respect,

Let us fight corruption with zero patience,

Let us hear the yipee of our heroes and heroines,

Let us put not the cart before the horse;

 

Be it my foe or my friend,

I fear of the Fearless alone,

I am a born hero,

A born hero for my people;

 

I was born to die one day,

And born to die with dignity,

I am an abyssmal Ocean,

An abyssmal Ocean with human skin;

 

Call me a criminal,

Or a crass,

But I am the gallant,

The gallant for the nation;

 

I am a pan-Africanist,

A pan-Africanist with an affluent sight,

I am proud of my colour,

And proud of my culture;

 

I am a diplomat by mission;

Democrat by ideology;

Director by development;

And durable by say and solution;

 

Sense not a polemical script!

But a poetic powerful spirit,

Depict it as you wish,

Digress not from the theme.