When
the Cinema came to my village
It
was the biggest thing ever
My
brothers and I
Sat
on sand
In
front
Was
a big white cinema
I
remember how Rambo
Killed
everyone
The
Terminator, Commando,
Bruce
Lee, Shaolin Tempo
These
people fell from tall buildings
Then
stood on both feet
The
next day, a 13 year-old
Climbed
a tree and jumped
Well,
he was no Rambo
So
don’t wait to hear what happened next
When
the Cinema came to my village
Old
men laughed to expose their toothless grins
When
people kissed, they covered their faces
Eish,
these wazungus love each other!
I
remember a boy asked me,
“These
people are bad, how can they burn
Their
houses instead of giving us?”
I
am still thinking of the answer,
But
I know what the audience wants
So,
back then,
We
shaved clean to be like Shaolin Tempo
We
made small plant guns
And
became Commando
The
problem is that along the way,
Hollywood
didn’t scout for talents in this neck of the woods
2 comments:
Oh my God, I love this poem SO MUCH. It figures that the first movie shown in a small village would be Rambo! I LOVE the toothless old mens' grins. And the question of the little boy that has no reasonable answer.
I love the spiffed up look of your site, grandson! Your poem made my morning. Koko
As always, much appreciated, Koko.
Yes, Rambo came to the these sides, he he.
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