Briskly, I walked,
Casting gazes on gigantic structures
On earth-scape of my country's home:
Nairobi, Kenya's capital state.
Across silent streets
I shambled, with subtle gazes
On mountainous mansions;
Fortune consumed estates,
My adored terrain.
Morning through noon,
Afternoon through evening,
I wobbled along the district
Completing the cardinal points .
Solitary, in search of kin-folks.
Suddenly, I was greedily gripped
Firmly on my fragile thigh
By horribly looking traitors
Dressed in alien attire:
On account of peace and order!
Within a blink,
Before a mobile court
I was arranged and
Charged: Vagrancy!
Judge's verdict: Guilty!
No! Not on this fertile soil
That sunk my sweat!
O, not on this glorious land
I toiled and moiled
For her perfect freedom!
Alas! I whimper against
These foreign hands,
On the fertile earth-scape:
Nairobi, my country's home,
Africa, the black folks' house.
« return.