I am Kenya poem:To celebrate Kenya before April 9th

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My unique shape

I bring memory of a stylishly tattered skirt tenderly & fitfully crafted, I am tickling to wear you and show off that I am proudly Kenya.

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I am a hot number, because I lie on the equator

I am a cool girl because Mt Kenya cools me on a hot afternoon

I am undeniably a hot girl, long been waiting to rupture my beauty

My rear majestically seated on land by the mighty Indian Ocean whose waves shake me not.

I am firmly rooted, my foundation is unshakable.

I am begged by some countries that I may allow them to dock on my rear

I say no to some that are trouble makers

I am the proud conduit to the land locked

My soil filled with fertility, I produce enough to feed my beloved 43million children who l love equally, for none is better than the other.

The fruits of my womb have been through many trials and tribulations but all sibling rivalries come to an end.

Through it all, my fruits blossom with enviable beauty.

Through it all, my fruits have learnt the hard way that peace in our homestead is the ultimate pleasure of unity

Through it all the fruits of my womb have realized the more they fight, the more the bloodshed all to the family’s pain.

The paparazzi, his camera and the guy with a pen or ipad or “i” something, will spread our living room affairs with the speed of lightening to the globe, loading it with theatrics.

They rejoice with enchantment for a free unsuspecting bad day family’s story, then turn to their country for a trophy for the juicy news

So, March 4th was another kill in waiting for them.

They flew into my land in masses.

But their money went to waste.

We did not quench their thirst for drama.

The melancholy of 2007 made us all so much wiser.

The children of my womb became the stars of peace in Africa.

We amazed the world.

You made Kenya a proud mother.

Kenya never before witnessed her children speak with such harmony, one voice, loud and unmistakably clear. A song of oneness, spoken and scripted.

I am Kenya, born of Kenya and proud to be Kenyan

Regardless of party affiliation

Regardless of who won or who lost

It matters not to me Kenya, mother dearest, my children are all winners.

Mother Kenya is now on her knees thanking God and the heavens for the magical blessing of peace in her household.

Kenya is now motivated to feed her family from her marvelous resources of:

Growing economy, tourism, agriculture, industry, energy, transportation, roads, health, education, sports, music, fashion, literature, wildlife, cuisine, brotherliness and more.

For who can beat that?

Pregnant with hope and already prepping for Vision 2030

to achieve the goal of completing on the global stage, proving I’m a master at economic achievement in the universe, like the likes of USA and Asia.

My diaspora children are peeping through the wide cracks of hope from a distance and thinking returning to mother’s open arms like the prodigal son seems a bright idea.

Listen up my children, only one of you at a time can be the president and the rest of the family is required to cheer on, jeering not an option.

One Uhuru AKA as Kamwana to most of our homestead folk won this time around. And the elders of the family known as the Supreme Court have validated that result.

Oh the glory of Kenya

Oh the heritage of splendor

Fill every heart with thanks giving.

The runner up brother RAO did a good job, too, of putting UK on his toes, a very healthy democratic process. My children know, nothing comes on a silver platter

Sweat for it you must

For you will appreciate it more deeply

Come oh come  April 9th, rain or shine.

I have declared you a national holiday so we can give God thanks, eat, drink and be merry the Kenyan way as we inaugurate Kamwana.

Kenya’s children have told the naysayers to shove it.

See you in 2030 at the international arena. I’m building my muscles.

Because I can, we can and we will.

Watch out you and you and you and you other countries of the world.

I am Kenya and my womb never ages, never dries.

I will continue to bear mighty warriors to carry the family mantle every 5 years.

From one glory to another glory and forever the pride of Africa.

I am no other, I am Kenya.

 

Email: helen5series@gmail.com

My unique shape

I bring memory of a stylishly tattered skirt tenderly & fitfully crafted, I am tickling to wear you and show off that I am proudly Kenya.

I am a hot number, because I lie on the equator

I am a cool girl because Mt Kenya cools me on a hot afternoon

I am undeniably a hot girl, long been waiting to rupture my beauty

My rear majestically seated on land by the mighty Indian Ocean whose waves shake me not.

I am firmly rooted, my foundation is unshakable.

I am begged by some countries that I may allow them to dock on my rear

I say no to some that are trouble makers

I am the proud conduit to the land locked

My soil filled with fertility, I produce enough to feed my beloved 43million children who l love equally, for none is better than the other.

The fruits of my womb have been through many trials and tribulations but all sibling rivalries come to an end.

Through it all, my fruits blossom with enviable beauty.

Through it all, my fruits have learnt the hard way that peace in our homestead is the ultimate pleasure of unity

Through it all the fruits of my womb have realized the more they fight, the more the bloodshed all to the family’s pain.

The paparazzi, his camera and the guy with a pen or ipad or “i” something, will spread our living room affairs with the speed of lightening to the globe, loading it with theatrics.

They rejoice with enchantment for a free unsuspecting bad day family’s story, then turn to their country for a trophy for the juicy news

So, March 4th was another kill in waiting for them.

They flew into my land in masses.

But their money went to waste.

We did not quench their thirst for drama.

The melancholy of 2007 made us all so much wiser.

The children of my womb became the stars of peace in Africa.

We amazed the world.

You made Kenya a proud mother.

Kenya never before witnessed her children speak with such harmony, one voice, loud and unmistakably clear. A song of oneness, spoken and scripted.

I am Kenya, born of Kenya and proud to be Kenyan

Regardless of party affiliation

Regardless of who won or who lost

It matters not to me Kenya, mother dearest, my children are all winners.

Mother Kenya is now on her knees thanking God and the heavens for the magical blessing of peace in her household.

Kenya is now motivated to feed her family from her marvelous resources of:

Growing economy, tourism, agriculture, industry, energy, transportation, roads, health, education, sports, music, fashion, literature, wildlife, cuisine, brotherliness and more.

For who can beat that?

Pregnant with hope and already prepping for Vision 2030

to achieve the goal of completing on the global stage, proving I’m a master at economic achievement in the universe, like the likes of USA and Asia.

My diaspora children are peeping through the wide cracks of hope from a distance and thinking returning to mother’s open arms like the prodigal son seems a bright idea.

Listen up my children, only one of you at a time can be the president and the rest of the family is required to cheer on, jeering not an option.

One Uhuru AKA as Kamwana to most of our homestead folk won this time around. And the elders of the family known as the Supreme Court have validated that result.

Oh the glory of Kenya

Oh the heritage of splendor

Fill every heart with thanks giving.

The runner up brother RAO did a good job, too, of putting UK on his toes, a very healthy democratic process. My children know, nothing comes on a silver platter

Sweat for it you must

For you will appreciate it more deeply

Come oh come  April 9th, rain or shine.

I have declared you a national holiday so we can give God thanks, eat, drink and be merry the Kenyan way as we inaugurate Kamwana.

Kenya’s children have told the naysayers to shove it.

See you in 2030 at the international arena. I’m building my muscles.

Because I can, we can and we will.

Watch out you and you and you and you other countries of the world.

I am Kenya and my womb never ages, never dries.

I will continue to bear mighty warriors to carry the family mantle every 5 years.

From one glory to another glory and forever the pride of Africa.

I am no other, I am Kenya.

By Helen Wakinyue-Nthambiri

Email: helen5series@gmail.com

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