(WH)Y CHROMOSOMES

My genes are red furious with me
Off the prostest hook they won't let me
'Why are you in jeans?
Didn't your fathers neatly knit skins?
Or were they just primitive beings?

We can see you flashing in foreign tongues
Did you cut off your native one?
Wasn't it used by your fathers to give seasoned words?
Or was it just meaningless unfashionable dialect?

Your role models are T.S Eliot , W.Clemenstone
Dale Canergie, Earl Nightingale and others
Do you ever cite from your fore- fathers?
Or is it that their shoves never moved the universe?

And when were you there last?There,where
their bones lay in frightening solitude.
Is it just temporary absence?
or is it subconcious abstinence?
Abstinence from your roots
Abstinence from the truth.

Have your beautiful native pages been plucked
By the witty fingers of modern civilization?
And what is civilization by the way?
Who is the right person to define it anyway?
Weren't you fathers civilised?

If not,then were you a 'lost fish'
saved from the oily poisoned waters
by the 'oxygen giving fishermen'?
And who were these fishermen by the way?
If they fished you out of the waters of 'obscurity'
Doesn't it mean you ought to follow their 'ways of light'?

Titus, your name,does it define you?Your past?
and all the mystery of your history?
Or is it an unpurposed conformity tag,
that you drag along as if you're dragged?

Did you lull your native ways into eternal sleep
By giving them the suicidal pill of modernisation?
Aren't you a killer? haven't you killed your past?

Do you ever seek your fathers' wisdom streams?
Or did their wise whispers sink with the Atlantis?
Are you worthy?Do you hold any values?
Or have the currents of present tastes
Washed away your native Past?

Only you can tell us!'

Copyright Ngatia Thumbi '10