My folks enjoy it
They dance to the tune of the melodious drums
Like they own an added slice of life
They vigorously dance
Like they had spare waists
Deforestation is no offense
Like they fear not drought
It is a remedy to inferiority
You never die of shame all your life
My brothers say
Its cowards who cry,
I have not convinced my sensory nerves
That I am no coward
It is the pain that makes a man
In the place where I hail
At the foot of the great mountain
Whose peak is Wagagai.
There, men sprout out of pain!
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