I will say nothing else except that our country had so much hope and real capacity to get there. Very early in our nationhood. So blessed to have met you, Micere.
Our last discussion was about Mukami when she was being buried. You asked me not to keep silent on Kenyan fighters like Dedan Kimathi are.
I sent her the story and then a few days later Micere responded.
First she apologized for taking two days to respond.
She told me she is in tight health conditions.
It was breathtaking.
I apologized to her too.
She said it is not a problem.
I said let’s go on and she said fine.
Mukami meant so much to her and so is Kenya as her country. That is how we started our conversation when she was in a hospital bed.
Micere specifically asked me for the phone number of the CS for Health in Kenya so she could call them to ask that they take care of Mukami Kimathi. She was really concerned about her. We couldn’t get the phone number for Micere.
Read: Thank You Mukami Kimathi. That is What We Owe You as Kenyans. Long Live Your Spirit
ODE TO COMRADE MICERE GITHAE MUGO
Rhyming along the sound of Orutu
Cascades my ode to Comrade Micere
You have left us, Mwalimu, but your spirit remains
Whilst I do my petitions to our ancient gods
Next to me I see you musing in revolutionary songs
You appear to me in my heavenly trance
Can you hear me Micere, from my earthly stance?
Remember not to forget those Education Theatre One and Two
At the citadel of knowledge and ignorance
Called Nairobi Varsity
Churning out progressives and reactionaries
Some resisting; others serving the Empire
Remember, remember that time in 1991 November
When in Elkistuna Sweden you came for UWAKE parley
With Adhu Awiti and Jembe Mwakalu
Who’ve preceded you to the hereafter
And Gutto and Andanje now down South
And Mwana Mamba among others
And we conspired about Kenya’s liberation
And we talked about imperialism and Africa’s surrender
Shame, shame, we roared to leaders in Africa
Alas! Their eyes and ears are closed to Africa’s plunder
Alas! Our leaders have put the people in a blender.
Darkened are the clouds with Bretton Wood bombs
Bombarding Africa to loot for gold, copper and oils
For the military-industrial-techno-financial chains
Disembodying Africa, mutilating Africa, for their spoils
Remember the two days
At Methodist Guest House
With Njeri Kabeberi, Odenda and others
Shame, shame, we roared to ruling classes of Kenya’s compradors
Corrupted by money and power are our conquistadors
On the starving, dying bodies of our children and progenitors
Daima Mbele was your Nom de guerre
‘Cause you’d no reverse gear
Remember, Remember, the month of January, 2023
When we gathered at Ukumbi Mdogo
To celebrate you our shujaa
Little did I imagine
That I was speaking at your farewell party
In great physical pain you were
But still radiating the indomitable energy
So revolutionary as usual
You have left us, Dear Micere, but only your body
Your spirit will continue to fuel the African revolutions
Until the Empire succumbs and its spineless toddies
Will flee to their hidden loots for their final dissolution
So proud am I Dear Comrade
To visit you from my earthly stance.
