Nyango

Tue 21st Jul 2026

Have you ever felt in love, 
Have you ever held the broken  
Pieces of someone who was not 
Willing to heal from her broken story?. 
 
Let me tell you a story, 
Story Story   story  
Story story story  
Once upon the time, ten times but never  
The last time I had looked in to the eyes of  
A lady and I had fallen, 
 
Believe me, I'm not a lover of the ocean  
But when I looked in to her blue ocean eyes, 
I was willing to drown because oxygen wasn't a necessity. 
 
My friends told me it was love at first sight, 
But i knew the was the 2th, 4, the 5th and the seventh  
I didn't fall like a righteous man, every fall was so deep. 
 
Righteous, no, I could picture the dance 
Of her backside, her sharp pointed breast, 
But when I looked at her the the third time it 
Was beyond my lostful feelings. 
 
NYANGO I had loved you, 
I had loved enough that I felt in love  
With the night because your smile was enough  
To illuminate the night. 
 
I had loved you NYANGO, 
But no one told me that one day I will hate 
Loving the night,  
 
In 2017 i was told your dignity was being  
Assaulted, so with cart board papers, 
I when in to the street protesting for you, 
NYANGO, watching my body soul and spirit, 
Deleted from history books for applying my voice in protest 
Because I had loved you NYANGO. 
 
I watched pain creeped  in to your present  
Like an ink on wet paper, your turned out  
School were we first met in to slaughter House, 
Where we picked death bodies of our children  
For raising their pens and not guns. 
 
Society rejected you but I had loved you NYANGO, 
I had loved you enough that I had faith that just like  
Moses, I will tear this ocean of pain in to two and 
I will pull you out of this pain and even if I don't, 
 
I will walk on the waters just Jesus and 
Give you a helping hand like he gave Peter 
I will pull you out so you will see someone is  
Still here loving you even when you are unwilling to love. 
 
NYANGO I had loved you. 
 
If i die NYANGO, without finding you, 
Please, do not Barie my mortal remains six feet, 
Dismantle this head and place in the streets, let it be a proof 
That i had looked in to your eyes and can't look away. 
 
Disert  this heart and keep in your achieves  
Let it be a proof of a point who had died for you, 
But have your children Genuinely loved, have there  
Helt the broken pieces of someone who was not willing to love? 
 
Abakwa I had loved you, 
Abakwa I had loved you.