You came first
It was biological by the deit;
You were anti me;
I was protected from tender ruthlessness
Your evil spirit paralleled your growth
Your competition abundantly grew
Ended up competing with your shadow
It became a cult show
Unfortunately, you consulted socerers;
At work, you sort the dead’s divinity;
Believed and venerated the witch world
Forgot the boundaries;
Forgot the goal;
Blinded on your opponents
Beak mouthed leader
Competed alone
No competitor
A solitary race
Unashamed of yourself
But, I called you brother
You ceased not to bother
Terrorised;
Tormented;
An ungrateful peer
You dug my grave,
To bury me alive,
Driven by jealousy,
Soiled my good name
In your eyes, I was dead!
In your ears, I was gone
In your mind, you succeeded
Your imaginations were bizarre!
Can I call you a brother?
Is blood thicker than water?
Can the two of us walk together?
Being evil does not pay, brother!
Batsiranayi Ngugama
