WHERE THREE TRIBES RESIDE (MUMA)

The hills reside across the horizon of the eyes
Rocks matching with the walking clouds
Bellow the doom of the sky
Everywhere stout trees peep
Thru’ sugarcane fields
Afar bushes of trees scatter.

Homesteads live in style:
To the far Kipsigis –
Eyes search for a roof in vein
By the Luo land
Houses have drowned in sugarcane
At the foot of Kisii
Houses litter:
Schools hanging on the edges of the hills.

Hardly will you find a weary
Traveler from sucrose and
Pineapples with a coin.
Bulls bellow hardly with milk
With your stay: you’ll dear the slow
Pace and regard for Thursday
As a market day.
For a destination for timber to
Load out without a trade
But why such a regard for
Young trees and life of old trunk
For, the fig trees – too.

Oh dear the heavy wimbi
Bowing and maize admiring
But where hence is tea?
And such a coffee plant
I meet from the handful plantations
Amazing technological mind
Sparing no sugarcane into molasses
Is this Athens of the old?
With oriental science and wars:
Arrows and bow sleeping beneath
For turbulent times
From the three tribes – reside.
My heart sink: of its past blood tells
Prayer: they should never repeat –
Dear gospel make us anew
For the calm wind to tally
By the pleasant tide
And the cheers of the songs,
From sports song echo and reign
Moment of peace
No more a bullet or a tell of
A tail across the air
No more a trio reside
But brotherhood and sisterhood exhibition
Without a hedge that I see not
The hedge of love:
Thank God.
Let’s go on mission from commission.

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Not only a brim of fertility and coolness:
Boundaries respect one another.
Where eyes go for a glance
A walks takes miles.
Will you miss the birds fly?
Or their songs.
Till you return –
Quietly. Enjoy the composition –
Across the playing air.

As you stare the heart of war: over
To the sea of eyes to the boarder
Where Kisii fight
At any outbreak of revenge.
A rest of peace as the setting sun
Stare you
With sparks
To look beyond your eyes
Once more you return to the hidden mind:
Will the heart spare?
The students a chance.


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Daylight gone:
The night slips with a quest on your wear
To part for a fireside shore
Of game reserve
“Will the memorable elephants repeat:
Their historical dates?”
To mourn their fellow
Or for the fond of bananas
So exciting and fearful to think
But the contingent of the host
Homes you with a welcome
To feel at home once more.


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With action: Another day wakes up
Rivers of winds flowing
Fighting against the banks of:
Houses, roofs, trees, maize farms
Courageously composing a dam, flowing
With a rhythm of quarreling deaf
As birds of rays
Melt them to silence
One tide after tide
For voices to dominate,
Once a gain
I’m left wondering
What if here is my stay?