priscah Mutswenje Poems

In the middle of the African medal map
Sits Kenya, an expansive breathtaking beautiful bright chap
Hooked and booked for life that overflows its tap
With streams, hills, and valleys that perturb
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It soothes when it sinks deep into us
It soothes when it sinks deep into us
It fools when it holds our words
It steals our breaths
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It is never enough until we get where we want to be
HUMANLY I believe that is or is it just me?
We may hide and side with spiritual leaders
Not that you fall on the wrong, or that it matters
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I long to travel to my motherland, in the rurals
I long to use the smooth smart roads
I will take a ride with everyone in the biggest bus
That will let me see the best of your services
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Visit the 47 counties of this country blessed with plenty
Be a judge of all make a great jury change that shanty
There lies peaceable pleasantry is every single county
Tembea Kenya, brother it is you and me
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I give it all if you are gorgeous in feeling
I do it best if you will to beastly journey
To the limits of no man and ends of souls
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In a realm of shadows, where secrets reside,
A tale unfolds of deceit and pride.
A husband and wife, once bound by vows,
Now navigate a path where trust allows.
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In the shadowed halls of bitter dismay,
A tale unfolds of a son-in-law's betrayal's display.
He walked away, leaving echoes of strife,
Abandoning grandchildren, the very heartbeat of life.
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In the rhythm of words that my lips release,
A plea, a whisper, a heartfelt lease.
'Stop correcting my speech, ' I implore,
Let the essence of my words explore.
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In the morning's embrace, I set to leave,
With plans so firm, or so I'd believe.
But time played a trick, a sly little jest,
And I found myself lingering in slumber's nest.
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