You have trampled underfoot every vital principle of our government. My natural rights, my civil rights, my political rights, are all alike ignored. Robbed of the fundamental privilege of citizenship, I am degraded from the status of citizen to that of a subject.
Susan B Anthony
This is not a place to dream…
no happily ever after.
So we congregate in underground cellars,
take all the half second fantasies,
and dream together,
creating a melody in rhyme,
and finding harmony under the unforgiving city.
Because we have to,
we share our words or they choke us.
Because our words are us,
and up there we cannot say them.
Because Nairobi has a little good in it and we have to tell the others.
There are no happy endings,
the president will never be a poet.
The heart of Nairobi may beat to the visions of dreamers and poets,
but it has been far too cold, for far too long.