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• An extract from Okot P’ Biteks: SONG OF LAWINO – I do not know the Dances of White people

  Posted: March 1, 2010, 8:15 pm by cerealinabox

  The stench from the latrineKnocks you down from afar!You enter;It is as if you have entered Into a lions mouth.v The smell of JeyesAnd the smell of dungRise to the roof
  The entire floorIs covered with human dungAll the tribes of human dung!Dry dungs and dysenteryOld dungs and fresh dungsYoung ones that are still steaming,Short thick dungsSitting like hillsSnake like dungsCoiled up like pythonsLittle ones just squatting thereBig ones lying on their sidesLike tree trunks
  Some dungs are red like ochreOthers are yellowLike the ripe mango,Like inside ripe pawpawOthers are black like the soil,Like the soil we useFor smearing the floorSome dungs are of mixed Colors!
  Vomit and urine flow byAnd on the wallsThey clean their anusAnd there are writings on the wallsCut with knives
  

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Fish cakes

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Yet more fish cakes

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