Then let the star be.
You diluted the majesty
that flows from her lips.
We too, dear Kenya, we children of different nose shape, hair texture and skin hue,
we are your children too.
Is in the corners of the lips that
fall, even though they know
not to speak all
Mama taught me that; practice makes perfect,
and didn’t teach me how to settle for less.
Tusikubali kuwa nyasi,
Ndovu zikipigania Udume.
an
ever present
note to us
from Mother earth.
I exist, to be, the exeption to the rule The compliance with resistance The sunshine in the rain. I persist, to see, the renewal of the old The life within persistance The light inside an instant What might be hidden gold. I breath, to feel, the shouting in the silence, The holliness in madness The…