Newborn Poem by Samuel Kegwaro

A soothing breeze blows from south and yonder,
Whispering to the acacia trees,
Seeping to the ears of the congregation,
Under the canopy of newly-elected tents.
Next to the beautifully furnished church.
The sun pelting it with its rays.

A woman in new multicoloured attire ululates,
Startling a young girl clinging to her mothers
beautiful dress.
The crowd joins in singing,
accompanied with clapping.
Two boys run helter skelter among the trees,
Pelting each other with red soil,
as they try to outshine each other.

A woman here, a man there and down there
children dot the new church compound.
Doing this or that and murmuring
to each other.
Perhaps happy
Or may be...

The wind whistles as maiden songs
and dance,
rant the air
Arresting the attention of neighbours
who throng to the church compound
in anticipation,
singing monosyllabic songs;
oh! oh!
A beautiful child has been born!