During the colonial era, our culture was killed by our colonizers since they considered it backward so that we are now slaves of a culture that will never absorb us.
waiting for him
standing by the roadside
waiting
A bird said that he will meet us
here
under this Mugumo tree
we have never seen him
only my grandparents who saw him
they saw him being killed
We are waiting for him
Him that we have never seen
he was called backward
Uncivilized
that my culture was primitive
I still wait for him
he never dies
not unless we all die
am tired of this slavely
like th wind
I want to be free
so am waiting for him
here
by the roadside
under this mugumo tree
that a bird said he will meet
Us here
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