My Friend Kyeva Francis Kyalo Poem by Job Ombati

MY FRIEND KYEVA F KYALO
Few strutted the academic landscape like did you.
Softly but indelible steps left
that years later your efforts
though little then looked,
in memory of friends and foes etch themselves.

Soft in speech and actions but strong in pen.
Soft prancer of God's earth.
Missed you are; dearly.

Deftly scripted them,
poems and playlet's.
That saw your girls hoist one trophy on top of other,
shuttled from one music fiesta to gala.
And the Machakos Girls loved you in return.

Few remain of a good-hearted teacher.
Beaming countenances, you left.
Earth soft hearts touched.
Minds changed.
And like the great one you were;
Poems.
Playlet.
Pictures, soft words, memories in notes.
you left.
And to the world - 'Face to Face with Poetry'.
And for me, your memory.

In your poem 'The Teacher '
you did mwalimu credit.
Softly and aptly described the world of a teacher:
'Like a tout loading heavy luggage onto a bus...
The doctor...even the robber into the bus of academic pursuit."
But "he receives claps...plus a kick in the back'
What else could be said of an ingratitude society,
exiguous one that compares teacher with the sons of Japhet?
But in service they will soldier.
Just like a terribly mighty one.
Where one falls, another takes up reigns...
You did fall
but your mighty ideas fell on soft laps
and many more powerful sinews.
Into the delivery room, the feet hurry!
Poems for Humanity
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