Is a place filled with fear now.
On Sunday a Woman is shot dead. Why? No one knows.
Women and children fear for the lives, caught between rubber bullets on the streets
and police threats in their tin homes.
Men dig holes at corners of the streets,
To stop the hippos from terrorizing us.
Men in red T-shirts spread suspiscion,
Cupboards are empty… no bread, no food, no school
Mari – Kana
Hhayi man go back to work
to the barracks, were we can share one toilet all 96 of us
sharing is caring.
It’s a Wild
Mara – kana.
Mama ubaba ubuya nini?
Mommy when is Daddy coming home
Mara Kana? What year is this?
There’s no place to hide
No space to walk
No way to make a living
What are we fighting for?