ANIMA ANIMUS

Once upon a time, there lived groups and communities of people in lands that had names famous to the next three ridges only, the land we all know as Kenya. Laws, rules and instructions existed. Not as many as we currently have but most of the innate ones that kept you from stabbing a person and stealing your mothers beads. There was communal survival, needs were the force behind life; farm, hunt, worship, trade, dance, talk, the kind of things that brought continuity and comfort in living. Each of this and many more elements of their time grew and evolved simultaneously with their interactions and biology, my once starts in the late years of 1800. Knock knock! And comes in a white stranger, he tells tales of his far away land and most open their huts in the beautiful African hospitality we still strive to imagine. The notion of just us and the 100km-away neighbor’s existence starts to erode. He painted pictures of science, art, religion, government and culture li

As western as the bible, our entertainment, expression and language As queer as the fashion and art we enjoy in courage As ordinary as our money and the passion in your rage So is my will to share these words with all the tranquility I can manage Riddle me this; why are our people dying while we bicker about same-sex marriage? Why are lesbian girls raped with family approval in their bedroom bondage? Forget the pun and think of the siblings holding their ears at night and crying at school hoping somebody hears their plea for understanding In another town, they walk past the burnt boys’ bodies like other left-over’s in their garbage