I speak of the Pokot
adorned in a shuka*
feet strapped in akala* shoes
ebony-black.
I speak of the Pokot
hospitable, not blood-thirsty
sociable, not senseless killer.
I speak of the Pokot
valiant
human.
I speak of the Pokot
oft times forgotten.
C) Lorot Salem 2010
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