poem

Doris

A silent note

A shadow

A wispy silhouette

A discordant note.

Dark faced

Quietly receding

Voiceless and unheard

Frail and scrawny

She sits upright

Shifty eyes,

Liquid gaze.

Fake hair big boots

Like an animal peeping from a hole

Beauty rubbed in too deep

Traces of it on the surface

Can’t be heard unless, unless you shout.

Raw laughter

Furtive smile

Your beauty Doris

No longer shines.

It fades,

And so do you.

Nchi Yetu Ya Kenya

I was watching the news last night and I really got a shocker seeing how scorched the land in Eldoret is.People actually burned houses to the ground.How do you even start setting stone house on fire?I remembered that my friends,Terence and Gideon come from those sides and haven't heard a word from them,or even said a word to them.But that is just how things have been.First,you don't want to call anyone incase someone else answers with bad news,second you
really needed to call incase there is fire being kindled across the valley.So between these your credo kwishes and you can't make any more calls.
In my class I had a dozen classmates from the Rift valley,Kina kiptoo,Ben,Toni,lucy,Raymond,Rose,these from Kericho.
I hope you guys are fine out there.The consoling thing is these are Kalenjins,and the people
that got their lives turned upside down were the kyuks who are settled in Kalenjin land.
Life is slowly coming back to normal,but it will take time.But the fighting,,that has died down.The Luo's have gone back to their offices to make money to buy more flatscreens,and extra phone and gun colored automobiles.The Kikuyu have gone back to their biashara in River road,to make money to buy a plot and a pickup to transport cabbages from nyumbani to Gikomba,the Kalenjins have decided their energy is best put to training for the marathons they are so well known for.
I admire Kenyans for the inbuilt sense of peace,despite once in a while acting as if high on something,and it wasn't even tobacco this time.