Daughter Of The Highlands Poem by Job Kasambyo

Sing, Chebuchechet, daughter of the highlands
for your charming laughter
quenches the thirsty Pokot grasS.


Have you drunk, Tell us
the milk which flows from the mursik springs of Molo?
for your oiled skin
shines with youth
and when you smile
lightning strikes us from your teetH

Arise! and dance
you young lions
that raid the fat cattle of the Turkana
with your poisoned spears and guns
lay down your college pens
for your books cannot awe her
nor can the price of all cattle in Kalenjin
betroth Sharo
whose eyes are the colour of the seA


Rain is gold here, daughter of the highlands
my people eat dying wood and boiled stones
but come
let me woo you
come
be the queen of my people
teach our women how to cook and read
and with your diamond crystal
save our hungry children from this waR
Or are you that swaying wind
that magically whistles by
still
silent
proud
and seductive
that leaves rivers burning
and birds chimming
casting a love spell
and moving the hills of Kipendo
Now, I'll stop my rumble
and open my ears to her reason
for when the mind of the daughter of the highlands speaks
even white gods, shut up
and listeN.