The Gong

The GONG

Of my childhood rings louder
Its echo hurtles in, faster
Catching up with me
Every night in my dreams
The bicycles, donkey-carts
The farmers? open vans
Raced up and down this pebbly road
Leaving behind trails of dust

I sat here, on this anthill
On a market day
Counting people, donkeys
I was a loner then
The mantis as my teddy bear.

"A very good insight into the writer's perception of life - as a child, the woes of African teachers, life and death, religion, prostitution, marriage, witchcraft, love, hatred and existence.

"These poems are genuine; and convey the heartfelt experiences of a very sensitive, honest and articulate spirit. You can tell that Christopher is talented.

"Poetry is a concentrated form of expression. It's not for the prosaic or the talkative. Christopher is fortunate to belong to the class of humans who can say a lot in a few words."
- Charles Phebi-Agyekum, Author

"Christopher Okemwa is a master of mixing the voice of rapture with despair, an exceptional voice, in many ways unlike the usual voice we hear from Africa , longing to unravel the secrets of life and of love, striving to reach the unreachable, accomplished and lyrical."
- Anna Petkova Mwangi

?The Gong is an excellent work that engages the reader. Each poem leads to a journey; a weaving of Stories, Sayings and Truths, each one creating an imprint on the mind. It is an unforgettable experience and a remarkable record of the times which must be shared.?
- Estella Muyinda