Thank You Baba Poem by Kiptanui Rutto

I feel high, I feel great
Sitting in my office chair
Swinging hands and tapping fingers on my keyboard
No more village sweating but working on a computer

It was hot and sudden colds
While looking after Baba's herds
Through the swamp to the no mans truck of land
A big government land full of mosquitoes and thorns

School days I brave through chilly mornings
He would encourage me, go my son you will make it
We too went through a hard one
Here we are still trying, you are better of

After a a 14 kilometer walk to and fro primary
Into a hard secondary education
I thought it could be better with its boarding facilities
No pocket money nor visiting, unlike others Baba had no money

Entering university I had to survive
Did Bodaboda to cater for the basic needs
He worked hard with a pair of cloths to help my siblings
Baba, the creator will bless you more

He struggled to pay my school fee
Through the university, he did
I graduated, now in an office working digital
For your kindness, advice and... I thank you Daddy