Samuel Kegwaro

Cocks crowing,
As darkness gives way for the sun,
Smoke pillows from huts,
Women carrying water pots,
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Sitting outside dilapidated houses,
Clad in transparent braless blouses,
To accentuate fake breasts,
as they beguile destitute and affluent men,
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My house is beautifully furnished,
with paraphernalia for a comfortable life.
Her living room is splendid,
her kitchen good for my health.
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My son caught a beautiful and vivacious dove,
as beautiful as an angel,
resting on a parapet.
The dove was white as snow and loved my all in the household.
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I walk across the hills,
stumble down the valleys and crawl up the mountains.
The sun shines upon vegetation,
as the rain subsides.
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Behind my house,
under that big tree.
A black cat challenges a cobra to a duel,
in the dead of the night.
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The lights in my study are on,
at 3: 30 a.m
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A soothing breeze blows from south and yonder,
Whispering to the acacia trees,
Seeping to the ears of the congregation,
Under the canopy of newly-elected tents.
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Demonstrations are over
but your loathsome combatants roam the streets,
in military fatigue
to intimidate us with their ferocity.
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Sad but smiling,
Wrinkled yet happy.
Tearful but expressionless,
Distant yet so caring.
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One day I will die,
but dont shed a tear for me,
For that is a good riddance to you.
One day I will die,
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Though aged and wrinkled,
I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Thanks to the woman,
Who made out of me a man,
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