I haven't even read Ngugi's work to comment which is more poignant. And yes, Weep not, child is a novel written by the man, and I didn't strip him off his tale I'm damn sure. My best poem ever: A solid 360 lines. It stirs me every time I read, and yeah I hope you enjoy its...
I'm giving you only its start. The end is quite intricate :)
Hope you have fun
WEEP NOT, CHILD...
“No need to father man,
Not denying we can!
There’s zilch a boy can’t do;
We’ve walked on the moon,
And we’ve flown a balloon,
A lot more we’ve grown into!
Heard women protest,
They absolutely detest,
Their use, by a man as his toy;”
He said with a smile,
“At least for a while,
I dare them to live as a boy!”
“Panthers in a cage,
With the world to enrage,
Care to loosen us a tad?
Oh, you have no power,
To cross the blocking tower,
Oh yes, I speak of my Dad!
Three times as old,
Fits me in his mould,
Fads upon me does he thrust;
No chance for any tryst,
He keeps me in his fist,
Saying trust him, I must;”
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