Chelele Poem by alexander opicho

Death is a senseless thief,
Robbing the poor and forlorn ones,
Of whatever they do treasure most,
It has robbed me the gems in the voice
Of Chelele Diana Jemutai the dear song bird,
Her lovely voice ever called me to her bossom,
Of kipsigis Music softly done to bliss-up my heart,
From the basin of despair, loneliness and pessimism,
Then she calls me to come forth,
With her charming words of love;
Where you are baby tell me,
Who are you? Where are you?
Come now baby and tell me..
Then my heart whirls up into a pool and head-wind
Of love, self-esteem and hope for life under my sky,
As I relish the sweet diversity in the kipsigis nation,
From Taita Towet to Chelele the diva of Africa,

I will miss you Chelele but ye go well,
For the living soul must taste death,
That is where we shall all taste eternity,
And glorify ourselves for what we did,
As the killers and evil ones in hell,
Will be in hot sessions of their agony,
But in the eternity of life we shall love,
What scares not but serves mankind,
Murderous minds won't see this domain,
For it killed you because of your beauty,
It would have spared you for the sake of your voice,
For it is not a must for a man to get what he loves,
For love is sweet but faster it runs like an antelope