From these Dusty roads, we Rose!
I miss the
roar of the equator tropical sun,
I miss the
social pavements of Nairobi
I miss the
juicy joints of Nyamachoma
Kept the
pangs of hunger at bay
The dusty
roads of Kawangware
The
meandering seasonal rivers of Kangemi
Where I used
to clean-shine my only pair of shoes
The never
ending stream of hawkers
Hip-hopping
jump the open gutters with the daily sludge
And the dreaded
city Kanju in hot pursuit
The
hate-love between Muthii and Konda,
The blurring
honks of the latest Nganya,
The new
Kenyan anthem.
See, when I
was 12, I used to buy Mahindi choma
by the road side
When I was
18, I drunk Supu and Mutura at Hakanyua
I wanted to
be a monk at 21, but I was swept by innocent love
My body
mimicked lightning, the natural thunderstorms of clumsiness
And I was
swallowed by the eye of the storm.
A prophetic
profound storm,
From these
dusty roads we rose,
Having
walked on foot half of our lives,
So let me
ride my limousine in tranquility,
For we all
have stories, This is my
story,
This and
that happened, this and that is no more.
By Njoroge wa ngige 111116-15:30
