28 marca 2012
The Orphan
To the kins of my mother
Am just but another
Wasted if not lost blood
Not a part of their flood
But a drop in the desert
A fallacious bad dessert
Mine is only but a name
Apparently lacking the norm
The aura and the silk
Of the people from the land of milk
So I ran to my fathers folks
But on the hearts are locks
Instead of a feast
Am branded a beast
Reminded of my milky name
Of my accent so lame
All this for trying to associate
With the people from Mt Kenya
Now I am a tribal orphan
I feed off hands
Of my adopted parents
In the morning, we drink coconut juice
Flavored with some salty sea water
While at lunch time, Osama a chicken
And in the evening, rescue a drowning fish
Only to deep fry it using some E-class kimbo
Thus am reaping the gains relaxed akimbo
For being truly Kenyan
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