The Unknown Poem by Walter Miring'u Nyagah

As I pen this I stand in the unknown
Of whether in this world I'm alone
Or maybe there's a clone
A clone to whom I'm unknown
A clone like me, all -grown
Why I say this you may ask
Well, that I don't know...
But nine years ago,
Along the Eastern Shore,
I met a strange old Crow
Who said she had seen me the day before
Along the Eastern Shore
But Lo and Behold!
I had never been to the Eastern Shore before!
'Come on Crow, tell me more! '
'Follow me and you I will show...'
And so I followed the Crow
Along the Eastern Shore
And Lo and Behold!
I met one of my own, all -grown!
His name was John
From Sierra Leone
He resembled me down to the bone
And that to me, was quite a blow


But ladies and gentlemen
The ending to this, unfortunately, I don't know
For up to date it still stands unknown
Of who between me and John
Was the clone...