Monday, 8 October 2012


Kenyans, where has your sense gone to?
People take goats to the market place
But you pride in taking hyena to the market place
While others are thought sane
You are thought insane
But it thrills you to be thought and considered insane
For it appears to me that the most ridiculous runs the show

Your people take so much time to find wives
Sending emissaries to inquire on the girl’s history
Not to find traces of madness, witchcraft and laziness
And for months and years, a wife is carefully selected
Because you always reasoned that a wife is
A middle hut pillar, holding the family together

Even during baraza, you will listen to cases
Listening to either side, to get to the truth,
You are slow to pass rash judgments
And you believe in justice and due process
In your traditional court systems
And even in your approach to life

A parent would know
Which child will become what in future
A child that is busy writing on walls
With charcoal sticks could be an artist
A child that is busy feeding the cat
Could probably end up being a vet
A child that picks lit firewood and swings it
Might probably end up as a witch

So, what became of you Kenyans
Where is your sense of judgment,
Your patience and collective wisdom?
You choose your women right
You listen to your cases right
You predict your child’s future right
Why can’t you elect leaders right?


Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh this poem will resonate with folks from every country.......the entire planet has never needed wise leaders more desperately.

The Unknowngnome said...

I ditto Sherry.

echoesofthehills said...

Thank you so much Koko and TUG.

As always I appreciate you in a big way. :)

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