Hours trickle, days passes,
The 8/8 gets near and tension rises,
I will vote for my tribesman, my crony... everyone rushes,
To put the state at peace or set it a piece.
Will I vote for education and agriculture?
Vote for health and infrastructure?
Or for my ethnic leader?
Or my 'friend', the village seer or sooth Sayer?
Will I vote for these tribal alignments?
Working ineptly, incompetently and dishonestly,
Thr' cronyism causing fund 'mismanagements'?
But to vote I must.
They promise to make water out of Kenyan ice,
To implement the TJRC report for everyone to see,
Are the promises valid or it's their normal lies?
The promises, can anyone foresee?
My countrymen let's exercise our freedom to vote our voice,
Your vote is like a blank cheque,
On it write your choice,
A jeep -development- or a tuk-tuk -underdevelopment.
My vote, your vote will determine the nature of our state,
It can change your village into an estate,
Then the aftermath, we must maintain peace,
And avoid setting Kenya a piece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem