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VISION 2030

 

By Dr. Alfred Omenya

Thursday, September 23, 2010.

 Late last night I had a vision…

[These nights are kind…

Imagine a man awake

Without a vision

2030!]

Director of Vision, stood still…

A lifeless statue!

A billion cars made the jam…

A terrific traffic jam!

Fantastic!

The latest import from China…

A million policemen stood guard…

Lest car owners march

To support the leader of the Walking Nation…

 

 

Should have been a reverie, or siesta, or something with a Latino name…

No nightmare no more…

This illusive dream…

A billion people…pouring like libation…

To these dark streets of liberation…

Products of a million industries…

People we cannot duplicate and export

Even with the duality of the dream…

People we must consume….

Probably, with state support…

 

The Visionary…in this vision…

Is like a Mercenary…in a Mercedes Benz…

True Revolutionaries…

Revolving around nothing…

Nought!

No toll trees to shoot…

Toll trees are gone for a groove…

Private gro’ve…

Like public private partnership…

Very private…grave…

Never will they return…

Their cradle is their grave…

Their beginning, their end…

Their birth, their curse…

Never will they return…

Not in the evening with the morose toll of All Saints Cathedral bells…!

Not in the morning, during adhan, even with the Muezzin’s call…!

Dead!

 

Scared cops guard this never ending night

This nightmare!

Waste battalion takes over…

Yes…

It is what you think…

It is a coup!...

 

 

Dirty water pouring…like libation…

On these streets of liberation…

What a service! Water waste!

We used blood…

Floods of blood!

Not of beasts; not of bulls!

For this libation…

Now it’s too late!

‘It’s human nature!’ they say…

Nature has left the humans!

Stinking humus!

Methane for global warming!

There goes your Prince Charming!

 

 

Last night I had a dream!

A Martin Luther King

Size of a dream…

Dreams that only dreamers dare dream…

Dreams about dreams…

Dreams that beat like a thousand drums…

A dream that saw droves humans returning…

IDPs…

Returning home…

Home…

Returning to a place of hope…

This dream is green

This alter ego of 2030.

 

Alfred Omenya is poet and an architect, trained in architectural design, housing and technical sustainability and community development. He does consultancy work and teaches at the University of Nairobi.

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