Kenyan Tribe

Kenyan Tribe

The tribe that is Kenyan,

Kenya prides and smiles for Kenyan,

Kenyan is selflessness and limitless,

The tribe that is Kenyan, embraces, accommodates,

Children, women, elderly and tender in unison,

Universality, dependence of the Kenyan tribe,

East, West, North and South, Kenya in union,

It is the tribe that is Kenyan by Kenyans.

The tribe that is Kenyan is diverse,

Speaking diverse, mean not tribal,

It is Kenyan tribe in diversity,

Speaking diverse identifies Kenya,

Forty two dialects, forty two delicacies,

Dining in diversity is the intricacy,

Barbeque sharing, Nyama Choma reins intimacy,

It is the tribe that is Kenyan by Kenyans.

The tribe that is Kenyan is exotic,

A unique culture enriched by unique people,

The mighty Kenyan has heritage mantle,

A mantle that shines, and world stares,

Culture, Wildlife, Art and Sports it dares,

The Kenyan spirit entices and endears,

It is a testimony, the price is alimony,

It is the tribe that is Kenyan by Kenyans.

The tribe that is Kenyan, I’m a member,

I pride myself and defend my being member,

Committing thee to making a number,

Promoter of unity of the Kenyan tribe,

A brother’s keeper, responsible home keeper,

Deterrent of violence, home wreckers,

Home wreckers to rid of, by justice, our defender,

It is I a member of the Kenyan tribe by Kenyans.

Compiled by tickler,

Son of the unquenched,

Kevin Murungi.

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The Contest

THE CONTEST

Atmosphere in this sphere,

Voices of reason lacking anywhere,

A tale of predator, prey,

Yellow, green, blue, red and Grey,

Colors portraying political might,

Political rivalry at its height.

Electorate crying and praying,

Politicians stalking and preying,

The former aims for dawn,

The latter maims and yawns,

Gluttonously for highest bid,

False promises the electorates forbid.

Heroism was the first true independence,

Liberation was second independence,

First, came own dependence,

Exit the British, enter a Republic,

Second liberation modeled by public,

A constitution propagates another Republic.

The electorate impressed by promulgator,

Rife is thirst and hunger for implementor,

Parade of political hyenas lacking threshold,

Votes at stake for suited to behold,

As electorate seek a new dawn,

Contestants prowl for votes to win.

A common enemy is within

Herd of hyenas uniting and droolin'

United in common to devour

Common is their origin

Origin is their tribe, sore and sour

Tribe is the enemy within

{A political conquest during electioneering}

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Son of the unquenched

Kevin Murungi

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Neigh's His Time

NEIGH'S HIS TIME

Ten is a good number

Seven is good too, a number

Two are God's numbers too

Seventy seven times seven

Sabbath is week's seven

Lord's appointed time for six in number

Two thousand and twelve

June ten of millennium’s twelfth

The roar of a revving engine on standby

Six patriots get on board to travel by

A mission under-way for six in number

Lord's appointed mission for the number

The magnificent navigator navigates

Overhead thickets in cloud's thickness

Amid chats and laughter of patrons

Patrons of internal security and patrols

Cometh the unforeseen sour hour

Lord's appointed hour for six in number

Silence creeps in suddenly

The engine of the beast slumbers

Amidst cries of panic the beast hovers

Awed subjects stare devastatingly,

A thunderous tumble into the forest lumber

Lord's appointed time for six in number

Cloud of grief engulfs and mood sombre'

The country bleeds and mourns

Families rue while pain scours

Heroes, heroine, patriots, fallen are curtains

Flags fly half mast o’er honours

Cometh was Lord's appointed adjourns

Aye thee that hath departed

Thou shall forever be imparted

E’er thy Lord we put forth

Minister, Assistant minister and fourth

Them their souls preserve eternally

Neigh cometh thy appointed mortality.

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Son of the unquenched

Kevin Murungi

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Dedicated to those who perished in a chopper crash on the 10 July 2012 (Hon George Saitoti, Hon Orwa Ojode and Crew)

Africa

Africa.

Black is golden,

My identity, I begotten,

My people beholden, they belong.

I’m ‘charcoal-ate’, I hear ‘em say,

That I’m colored, I wonder what color,

But, you too are white in color,

I’m Africa and black, I’m colorful.

Whispers, out and about continents,

I heard ‘em say, dark continent,

It wasn’t a complement.

Oh! Doomed! It’s what’s dark, they mean,

It dawns, all, and I see mean,

Then why reap of me, the doomed, minnows,

I’m Africa, proud of dark, beauty of black.

I’m a mother, the cradle of mankind,

How un-African to insult own mother,

I’m wealthy than none, I pride myself,

Exploited and ripped nude, enriching thyself,

Then I hear ‘em say third world, awe!

Illegitimately, ‘em are first world, awe!

I’m Africa and my other name, first world, legit!

I’m Africa and He that adorns is heavenly,

I die not now, not ever, I’m heavenly,

I toil not in vain,

I see forth a reward, in horizon, via a vein,

It trickles of my existence, defying villains,

Heavenly, the last shall lead the way,

I’m Africa and I’m heavenly ordained anyway.

Compiled tickler,

Son of the unquenched

Kevin Murungi.

murungikevin@yahoo.com

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