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