Soliloquy

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?