I walk this streets
Soapish with anger
Mouth foaming like lava
Nauseated by dissapointments
A name without an identity
Where does that leave me?
Stranded
Jobless
Without opportunities.
I went in search of an identity
but could not find a card
All because of my name
All because my name was not the same
Not the same as them
They wanted an indigenous name.
‘Omondi’ ‘Oyugi’ ‘Omollo’
Not Rashid not Abdallah
They wanted someone with a ‘sane’ name
A name made from fame
Not Ali
That’s too religious
Mohamed
That’s not famous
A name with a history of where I came
A map
My whereabouts
Now I am left wandering the streets
Not knowing what to do
Traumatised
By my own people
In my own country
Where do I go to?
Who do I turn to?
When the government turns its back on its own people
I seek justice
An audio to my swollen voice
A ticket to make the right choice
A country where I am not criminalised
For having a different name
For worshipping a different God
A country where the “majority”fights for the minority
I need an Identity
A gatepass to a brighter future.
