Tonight they will sleep fitfully
Beneath the starry skies
Cowed by violent history,
Bloody whims and lies.
As tangible anticipation
Seeps across the plains,
The dreaming of a waiting nation
Effuses through their veins.
Rising wisps of wood fire smoke
Through the night-time air
Are heavy with the fear of hope,
And wishes not quite there.
(this was written the evening before Kenya’s general election)
See also Fireflies Under African Skies