How come, we hear the drum?
How come our hips are full of rhythm?
How come, the king of the jungle lives right here.
How come the trees blossom,
The flowers bloom,
The fruits ripen,
And the roots thicken?
How come there’s laughter,
And our stomachs don’t always rumble?
We cry at weddings,
Weep at funerals-
How come we see beautiful sunsets?
And have Nyahururu falls, The Nile,
Kilimanjaro, right here?
We dig the ground and gather gold,
We set our nets and fish come in.
Cocoa farms, coffee fields, tea estates,
Plantain, rice, sukuma-wiki, arrowroots,
Herbs, carrots, mangoes,
How come they grow?
Athletes, artists, swimmers.
Honey ,milk, muratina, the sea,
The ostrich, the weaver bird,
The bee, water, air, moon and stars?
Language, love and feelings?
Rich chocolate skins, black shiny foreheads,
Locks, white teeth, strong build.
Actually, it also rains on the other side.
Friday, May 30, 2008
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