Four decades
is not enough time
for this beautiful wife
to conceive a child.
Back in the sixties
We said ‘I do’
And other trivialities
For better or worse.
Night turned into day
Month into year
And my patience did stay
Strengthened at times by fear.
Like ten wise virgins
My lamp has enough oil
To light the valleys and plains
Of my prized fertile soil.
Three diviners now I have seen
All saying nothing is wrong
Old Sarah patient had been
Till she celebrated her son in song..
I would wait no doubt
Till this wife with sagging breasts
Brings forth a child
The joy of my old age.
My darling Kenya
Let us face the mountain
Praying for change together
Till night gives way to day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem