The Making Of A Painting Poem by jojji Kaka

I hear the footsteps from a far
The stampedes shake my heart
From the east, the red sun shows its glamour
The queues stretch far west
Down the hills to the south
Stands a shadow,
A shadow of grass growing amidst rocks.
As dawn breaks
I sing in my soul
Peace, wherest thou....
In the void of the growing dark
I find my peace in crayons
I seek my peace in papers
I speak my peace, this time not in letters

I seek a refuge in my silent song
Among the chirping of the pegions
As slowly but concisely
I make sweeps with my pen
I draw curves and edges of certainty
I erase shades of ethical origin
Sharpen the bluntness of my pencil
To bring out distinctive appearance
To mark out my prior decisions

All these I do
In utmost amidity
Of a bruised past
Now a healing scab
With rejuvenated emotions,
damp eyes,
Scared face,
Toothless gums,
But;
but as I take the final look
As I grab my crayons
I make a thick line of black;
Mwananchi
My paper is white;
Amani
A crimson shade;
The blood of our restoration
And a tone of green;
Natural heritage.
I take a look at my painting
The shape of Kenya
The shape of unity
Shades of my flag.
Symbols of humility

There I find the peace I desire
On my door
I hang my painting
Abstract
It is the eighth of August.
I do my motherland justice
I take a bold step
Into the daring dark
To crow out hope
Just before dawn
I crow out
amani