In Prison

From looking up into the sky
and crying a lot because of hopes
the sky-blue has entered/gone
                                    into my eyes.
From growing corn in the fields
and crying a lot because of sadness
the yellow has entered/gone
                                    into my eyes.
Leave officers go to the wars
Lovers to go to the gardens
And teachers to their classrooms,
            Or me, give me prayer beads
            And an old chair, of the past
            So that I would be like this in the world:
                        a doorkeeper
                        at the gate of inner pain
            while books, laws and all the religions
guarantee me death
                               if I am hungry or in prison.

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I am left speechless, being a Tanzanian living in Canada, I know how Swahili is tricky to translate in any language whether between dialects or English. Dr Katriina Ranne is brilliant. The ability to translate literature without loosing its message and beauty is an art itself and takes the mind of a genius. Thanks Dr Katriina, I hope to enjoy reading the rest of your work.

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