What is freedom? I’m not sure I know the true meaning of freedom. I pick up each foot and march forward. I used to know freedom, we were quite acquainted. Freedom was gone now, stolen, missing, kidnapped, killed. The funny thing is the same ones that birthed freedom, killed it too. I looked all around me. i’m surrounded by folks that match me down to the expression. We all knew freedom once. We all knew safety once too. I start to think. What if I become freedom, no what if we all become freedom, me and the others alike. I speak for the first time after freedom was killed. “Sisi ni uhuru.” We

are freedom. I see the eyes of my people. I see the eyes of freedom killers, they are the last thing I will ever see. The crowd moves forward, but I am still behind. There is chaos ahead. It’s freedom coming. I brought back freedom in exchange for my breath. My people will know freedom. Just as I did long ago.