I miss
Kenya, the country I loved.
That
country, where Oginga Odinga
Selflessly
declined power and might
Not for Tom
Mboya, nor for Robert Ouko,
No! Not for
Lawrence Oguda, not for his tribesman.
He did it
for the freedom of a hero,
That man
Kamau Wa Ngegi, the freedom fighter
We called
him Jomo Kenyatta, the founder of our nation.
I miss
Kenya, the country I loved.
That
country, where parents and elders
Would seat
youths and children for counsel
Where morals
were valued more than life itself
People lived
in peace, love and harmony
In Kenya,
Otieno, Kiprono and Njoroge
Meant
nothing else, but mere names
John and
Mohamed were just names too.
I miss
Kenya, the country I loved
That
country, where the people’s welfare
Is way much
better than the leaders’ satisfaction.
Where
drought, flood, diseases and poverty
Have no
room, are unheard of
Because of
joint effort, an unbreakable unity
In Kenya,
the leaders represent the people’s interest
Even if
they’re against their own.
I miss my
home, though at home
The Kenya I
loved is no more, it’s gone
Tribalism,
corruption, discrimination, embezzlement,
Are now the
songs of the day,
Floods,
drought, diseases, poverty, wars, terrorism,
Are quickly
making real Kenyans extinct
Leaders no
longer represent our interest,
They
represent their stomachs, because Kenya is theirs.
Who hears my
cry? Nobody!!
Where is my
country headed? Is there a future?
Where did we
go wrong fellow Kenyans?
Can we
reverse everything, and bring Kenya back?
Who poisoned
the minds of our youths?
Why can’t
parents give their children elderly counsel?
Leaders, why
don’t you hear our cry?
I miss
Kenya, I really miss Kenya!
