From these Dusty roads, we Rose!

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