Alexandre Kimenyi

Mwogo is not a place to swim.

That river is always angry.

It enjoys to destroy.

To steal people’s cows is its goal.

It recovers from its grief only when it makes people distressed.

It burns of great thirst even when the sky is cloudy.

It attacks its border.

Young cows don’t go to drink there.

It always carries an ax, and its furious rush of currents

of mothers’ tears, have made it crawl on its banks.

This lion is roaring, it raves and boasts.

Everywhere there are screams,

it shakes and swings

when it moves forward it shoots spears and vomits blood.


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