I have to confess,
it is strange to write to you,
As every time I step on stage,
I take you with me too.
In English enunciations crisp as morning dew
In sing speaking Kiswahili,
That play lullabies and bed time stories,
My first imaginative and schollarly journeys,
My earliest memories,
Are you.
You are omnipresent to my existance.
To the extent that, when I get on stage,
Talking to you gives me a sense
Of talking to oneself.
I am only able to take you with me on stage,
Because you gave and gave and gave,
So today I would just like to say
Thank you.
