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CLEAN - HANDED

mastametjunior

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Clean - Handed is a verse I composed in hospital (Tenwek Mission Hospital-Kenya) when I was taking care of my ailing brother. The ward in which he was admitted to was adjacent to the mother's ward(maternity) while outside I could hear the sounds of crying 🚼 infants as they take their first breath and the sounds of wailing patients triggered by the excruciating pain they were undergoing. As a result I saw it necessary to come up with this verse trying to compare the experiences of the two "individuals". Unfortunately my brother didn't make it and we brought him home to be laid to rest. May his soul continue to rest peacefully.

Lyrics

CLEAN-HANDED

They both are clean-handed

Staring as if to query

Who are you?

Which place is this?

Memories void, not knowing what is happening

One erased, one ready to encode

They both wear diapers

In the village, it is napkins?

Their sizes vary

Small and extra large

Tears drop down the cheeks of onlookers

Some in happiness, some in solemn

Oxygen forced into their nostrils

Through oxygen mask and through midwife’s oral cavity

They sleep on white sheets

It has change colour to brick-red

They are in a hospital ward

One came in an ambulance, the other from the womb

They both Kick and writhe in twinge

Kumbe initial and final breath causes pain

They will both go home

One to rest, another to start life

@Matsamet Junior 2020

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