Finally he has come back for his wife and son,
Finally he has come back for what he once lost,
In his youth he ran
But now he is back and fast.

You have been there for them and I thank you, he might say
How I wish it lasted, the feeling of being a dad and having a wife,
But lo! My past cannot still let me lay it plain,
Bid farewell now, bid! bid! bid.

Maybe we are too late and the creator be taking back his creation.
Maybe it is that time to kneel and pray,
That time to sing those songs of praise,
That time to lean in.

After all this is not our home,
Jim said, we are just passing through,
But c'mon why were we sent down here anyway?
To prove our worth and lead a way that was already laid down?

What is that grand design, often I wonder,
What is that ultimate knowledge of truth, to dig under?
What is that hidden, who is the founder?
What surpasses all, sky above and earth under?

Strolling in a garden
Beauty of the flowers
Roses, geraniums and all...
Is beautiful and inviting to the eye,
Shades of red, white and yellow,
God's touch, God's architecture.


Mingling among fellow men,
The black, white, yellow and colored
All modelled in God's liking,
Then I made a discovery
Like plants we belong to one family,
Colour is only but a shade.


Next time you judge me by colour or race,
Be reminded stems are our bones,
Bark and sap our flesh and blood,
Skin our petals,
Painted by God's gift,
In many lovely ways.

Then I thought of you on my wedding day,
This love that once sprouted out like a bud,
I will shout out this generation is for you dad,
The best to lay, the best way, the best day.

Oh how pleasant it could be for you to witness,
This love that is too much to confess,
Like a dog I fetched far and wild,
What a thing to always hold and be told.

I wonder who will play your part,
Who will cough at that farthest corner,
Just for assurance, I will tell myself you are there,
Who will smile and raise a glass like you?

I wonder what it meant to you when I first held that hammer,
Or when I first used that square to draw my crooked line,
Or when I helped you up the stairs with your walking stick,
Who gave you the name Nick?
and should I name my son the same?

You shouldn't carry your radio to school son.
You can enjoy your music when you're back home.
You'll just get in trouble with the headmaster again,
You know I want the best out of you so as your mother.

Avoid bad company,
Don't be suspended again,
Study, get an education... that's the way it is these days.
You don't have to smoke in school to show them you're a man.

Avoid alcohol as well,
Come home early, we will have some dinner tonight,
We will play all the songs you want,
Stay in the spare room, I will have ***** connect some wires through the ceiling for your own radio so you can enjoy your songs all night if you so wish.

Look, I did send you down to a good  boarding school,
But you wasted your chances there,
Now you have to walk like everyone else to this school far away,
You got it though, you make me proud out here, Ok?

Come over during the weekend,
I will teach you and ***** some carpentry,
We will fit this ceiling and repair these coffee trays,
We will paint every room different colors except the kitchen, your mother has to decide that.

I picked three colors for your three mothers,
Red for Mama Margaret, Green for Mama Jane and Blue for Mama Helen,
I don't have a favorite color myself, to me all are nice,
But dove grey on the corridor ceiling does good lighting from the East,
Dutch-Blue in the bedroom makes our movie afternoons quite stunning.

Then there are these carvings that Noah and Robert sent down from Nairobi,
Every other furniture must look like them, we will vanish all of them,
We will pick some old chairs from Mama Helen and repair them for my sitting room,
These reeds aren't strong enough,we will replace them with plywood.

I've had Mama Jane sew some clothing for the chairs and this cards table,
We will play all sorts of games here with your sisters,
I will teach you how to play monopoly and solitaire.
You have to learn how to invest son, its how i got all these you see we have,
Work hard for your money, be true and fair don't rush for quick money.


Oh! Dad...

Hallo is it you *****,
I am trying to reach Robert  but his phone is off,
Noah cannot pick either, bet he's still sleeping
Try getting hold of them and tell your brothers Charlie has just died,
His house burned down last with him inside.

The children saw it when they were going to school this morning
I have sent Mama Jane down to see
Wekesa, our house help is here but cannot speak,
That is Mama Jesca wailing,
I don't like screams, off you go Jesca, stop the wailing

Its a sad time son,
Plan and come down here as soon as you can
Quickly tell your brothers,
I want you all here with me,
The family needs each of you.

The askaris have come to take away his body to the mortuary,
They're also investigating the cause of the fire,
I cannot go down there with my swollen feet,
I just hope he did not do it himself with the petrol he was stealing from the generator,
He had gone to take ***** with Turkana the night guard.

My poor Charlie,
I don't know what I feel right now
I am sure Mama Helen is devasted,
It must be so hard to loose a son, I was not ready for this,
I don't know *****.

We will lay him on the left lawn with pink frangipani trees
We will have to chop down a few oleanders and mulberries
We will make him a small house over his grave
After a year I will work on his tombstone with help of you boys
I will write the epitaph myself.

I miss alot of things to complete myself,
A bookshelf is not enough to describe them,
My heart's experience is  still young to say i know me better.
My mind is not tired of searching.


I often get angry at myself for doing this or that,
I don't appreciate myself when I win
A sucker at love I am,
Yes the winner takes it all but whatever.


This journey to self has taken  me a lifetime,
It's some road I have left unmaintained,
I will not make it ******* myself,
I will find a way here...