Rais Ruto Imaarisha

Rais Ruto Imaarisha

Rais wetu mpendwa
Daktari Ruto ongoza vyema
Ustawi wa nchi yetu Kenya
Umo mikononi mwako.

Ajira kwa vijana imaarisha
Kuza viwanda huu msingi bora
Kilimo biashara tanawiri
Pato bora kwa yetu nchi.

Rais wetu mpendwa
Daktari Ruto ongoza vyema
Ustawi wa nchi yetu Kenya
Umo mikononi mwako.

Watalii waienzi hii nchi
Maridadi haina mfano wa kuigwa
Nchi ya nyama, maziwa, uuki
Twajivunia kuwa wakenya daima.

Rais wetu mpendwa
Daktari Ruto ongoza vyema
Ustawi wa nchi yetu Kenya
Umo mikononi mwako.

Kenya kisiwa shwari amani
Kwenye mawimbi ya migogoro
Shupavu viongozi patanishi
Upendo, umoja, udugu ndo injili.

Rais wetu mpendwa
Daktari Ruto ongoza vyema
Ustawi wa nchi yetu Kenya
Umo mikononi mwako.

Jumuiya ya Madola huu Utajiri
Wananchi wote wapate shiriki
Umoja huu kuu nguvu za kiuchumi
Mali asili faida yake uvumbuzi.

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My-Once Molly (Praying for a Rainbow),

Dear Molly, I hope you are ok and are keeping safe in these floods. As for me, I am heartbroken. I am in pain. My mind, my body, my spirit aches. I am numb with grief. As is the nation of Kenya. The picture just won’t get out of our minds – the father, trudging stoically, his dead, muddy son slung over his shoulder. It’s a devastating image… the screams, elsewhere, as a boat capsizes, the swollen river swallows a lorry… Izrael has visited the land. Dear Molly, a while back, the nation faced drought. Then, images of dead livestock, emaciated men, women and children, parched, cracked earth, haunted our screens. Elsewhere where there was a glut in food production, the farmers cried for their fellow starving countrymen. They demanded for lorries to traverse the rutted roads and take the produce to their brethren… collectively, we prayed for rain. Dear Molly... will we ever catch a break as Kenya? The Covid-19 pandemic that paralysed lives and livelihoods in 2020 as we recovered from th...

My-Once Molly (thinking of Valentine),

My-Once Molly… the girl who broke my heart, the one who got away, the one who promised me the world and left me to survive alone – typical of our Kenyan politicians… I hope you are good. Now, as February – the month of love – lurks about, I find myself thinking of you. Thing is, my dear Molly, I have new neighbours. A young couple, very much in love like we once were. The young lady, her name is Val… maybe Valentine… I don’t know. This Val, a spirited girl with rich, deep, heaving laughter - almost like yours. Her smile… ah! You should see it. The shine of the morning sun distilling the dew upon cool meadows… I am totally in love with her. Alarmingly, she teases me much and I am getting ideas… Molly, dear, wherever you are, please pray for me… the temptation is too much. If you don’t, the frail creature that I am may fall. This, despite having numerous songs in my playlist to warn me. Invariably, Majengo – that infamous locale – does a dishonourable appearance in most of them… ‘Maj...

My Once-Molly (A Theft),

Hi Molly. How are you? The floods are here and I almost drowned – should have gone for swimming lessons as you often times suggested. Anyways, I now walk with a motorcycle tire’s tube and pump in my backpack. DIY lifesaver gear as instructed by Grade 3 CBC cohort. Dear Molly, as I informed you last time, I shifted. Partly, the floods, partly, change, partly, finances. This Creative Writing journey is taking a bit of time to yield fruits, but I hang on, consoled by the words of one Ernest Hemingway, whose ending was horrible: “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” Where I shifted to, is a downgrade. ‘Mabati’ rooms – plenty of stories, though as living is communal and one’s business is everyone’s business. Such as the recent theft – a woofer, charger, ‘meko’ gas, a bar of soap, and a bucket of maize flower - that’s how ‘flour’ is pronounced, FIY. Must have been pretty hungry, them thieves. How it unfolded. A bit of commotion early mor...

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