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I never understood how a city could be divided in two.
Nairobi City. The city of two. The rich and the poor too.
This is where you succeed if you know who to talk to,
Where is what he fought and died for?
“Who?” I hear you asking.
Dedan Kimathi! The man we love to forget.
The man who turns in his unmarked grave every day,
The man screaming in his grave right now at our betrayal!
Walking down Eastlands in Nairobi with my head bowed and my hands pocketed at 3am has always been such a beautiful thing to me.
“Psst! Psst! Have you heard?
He has just bought a new car.
And his wife, she is so beautiful!
How did he manage that?
He must have visited the witchdoctor.”
I am drowning in tribulations yet I laugh.
I laugh at you, I laugh at me.
I laugh at all of us whose lives are tough.
He watches us with much glee,
Seeing how he fooled us once more.
Kalenjin Dream
Hello, goodbye my cherub son
Though you never saw the light of day
Your light shines brighter than the stars
