In Kogelo,
The Sun burns closer to Earth
Challenging native melanin
And the will of villagers
And Zebu herds
To persist...
At dusk,
Obsidian clouds descend
And kerosene lamps flicker
Through open windows
Of handcrafted homes...
There,
The father of a famous senator
Was born...
Transforming her trajectory
From the annals of obscurity
To the front pages of Times...
Soon,
Power lines upstaged the flickering lamp
And street signs were changed
Extolling her new-found fame
As history was made across the Atlantic...
In Kogelo,
Hope thrives in the eyes
Of every student
At Senator Obama Secondary School...
Sourced with native pride
From a White house
On the other side
Of the world.
~ P
(#Kogelo)
3/11/2014
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 8:48 AM UTC
In Kogelo,
The Sun burns closer to Earth
Challenging native melanin
And the will of villagers
And Zebu herds
To persist...
At dusk,
Obsidian clouds descend
And kerosene lamps flicker
Through open windows
Of handcrafted homes...
There,
The father of a famous senator
Was born...
Transforming her trajectory
From the annals of obscurity
To the front pages of Times...
Soon,
Power lines upstaged the flickering lamp
And street signs were changed
Extolling her new-found fame
As history was made across the Atlantic...
In Kogelo,
Hope thrives in the eyes
Of every student
At Senator Obama Secondary School...
Sourced with native pride
From a White house
On the other side
Of the world.
~ P
(#Kogelo)
3/11/2014
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