In the aftermath of saba saba…

Waking up to a dreary morning

Clearly mankind is shocked

A little indifferent perhaps

Kwa mauaji yasiyofaa

Death of young ones demanding change

That’s not what any sane Kenyan wants

It only leaves us with such haunt

Waking up to a dreary morning

Considering the seemingly ‘trigger-happy’ cops

A little deranged is an understatement

Kwani hawa hawana wana?

Should they not be more humane, one wonders

Change is not a curse word, it’s just transformation

Of dysfunctional structures torn through deformation

Waking up to a dreary morning

‘Creative’ genzies and others burning tires, shops, causing mayhem

A little misinformed does not describe them

Kwa kweli, wazazi pia wana jukumu

Parental discretion is a must in this 21^st century

For change as with charity, must always begin at home

As is said of any structure, not built in a day, is Rome

Waking up to a dreary morning

Characterized by looming clouds,

A little late in the day to have scattered 7/7 evil

Kamusi, au ukweli wa “Baada ya dhiki Faraja,” upo?

Will the change demanded bring with it a silver lining?

The majority 80% are left to pray; cry out to Father God Asking that where necessary, He work with a sharp Rod

Waking up to a dreary morning

Curious to see what this day holds

A little too soon perhaps to hope

Kabisa Mungu wetu upo enzini

Unless we change and become like little children

Allowing the Governor of the nations to lead us Lest we should ultimately find ourselves under a curse

Waking up to a dreary morning

Counsel among many brings safety

A little rolling stone gathers no moss

Kiburi sio maungwana as our Dad Mbotela, would say

Change will require reason, coordination, respect, and love for each other

Beginning right in the house of the Father, where the 80 or so % belong

So that we, as Kenyans may begin to sing our song