I long for the day when I'll go back
To my old village
Sandwiched between the interlocking Abardares
And the thick bamboo filled Kipipiri Hills
Here childhood memories loom large
While kid laughter serenade gods of my people
Endless showers still accompany chilly mornings
While cheerful women tirelessly till their ever fertile farms.
I long for the day of repatriation
To the land of my forefathers
From where I'll tweet
About an explosive football match
Between Geta young stars and Rutuba super eagles.
I yearn for the day of repatriation
To my old village of plenty
From where I'll post on my blog
A poem on the beautiful young girls from Marimu
Who back then, made us drool all Sunday long.
I yearn for the day of repatriation
To my home perched on a hill
From where I'll share on my wall
Photos of the interlocking hills of Kiambogo
Overlooking the gorgeous Gatuku falls.
I yearn for the day of repatriation
To "Bush" where nature and civilization freely intermingle
From where I'll capture golden sunrise and sunset
When young couples play hide and seek by river Wanjohi's banks
Then upload it on u-tube for the world to marvel at.
I yearn for the day of repatriation
To where my youthfulness is buried
From where I'll reincarnate it
Convert it into soft copy
Then Share it with the world via social media.
Poetry is what surrounds you, the air you breath, the the golden sunset you see, the chirping birds you hear, yet the wind that blows off your clothes such that we see your naked mind.
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