Hit him on the back.

Before he turned around

The strong Othieno

Held him by his waist

Trying to wrestle him down.

Olo fought so hard,

Not for the fear of the pain,

He was so used to that

His culture

Had trained him to endure that

Like all men do

But he fought

To protect his self esteem

He could not afford

To be tagged a weakling

When he had just won him a bride.

With the strong Othieno

Holding him from the back

He remembered

That he held a tool

Which he could use for self defense.

With a simple brush

On the little black ball

His lighter was alit

Gasping for breath

Under othieno’s garb

He made a decision

To get it lit

Just to get free.

As he fled

Living a rowdy scene

With Othieno rolling on the ground

To put out the flame

The lion hearted

Little Brother

That was too weak to help

Stayed on for a while.

“If it was not

For the colonial master

Stopping the trading of humans

Olo should have been sold

But now

He has only two options

To flee his home land

Or stay and face the punishment

The punishment of death”

Concluded the clan chiefs.

Little Odero

Sought for his brother

To convey the message

But all in vain.

The next they heard.

That the body

Of the suave Olo

Had been found

In a nearby bush-village.

Little Odero,

Went back to the colonial master

From whom he had sought

Help for his big brother and hero

To seek justice.

He was whisked away

To a far land

Where he could get wisdom

To solve his people’s problems.

When he came back

Old and wise

The Othienos

Were at the helm.

“Where were you

When we fought for independence?”

They asked him

When he tried to caution them.

“Power fell

In the wrong hands

Because there was no one good enough

To take over the reigns”

He had shot back

You have never

“Been good dancers at all”

He stressed

Hitting at

Their very self esteem

That they were trying to protect.

What ever hit Odero

No one might ever know

Because he too

Never knew

That his days were nigh.

Lucky enough

He had got him a son

In the foreign land

Of the fair

 Called Odero Junior.

A son who was yet

To come and save every one

From fiends and foes

To The Kith and the kin

Bearing no grudge on any one

Yet he had a right to do so

For the life he had lived.

Indeed Junior

Is a wonder

We await the justice

And reconcilation he bringeth

So that for once and for all,

The Cloak and dugger way of life gets over