Two Years After Relocating from the USA to Kenya, the Good and the Bad

Strolling along a lone dirt road
Sandwiched between some old leafy cactus blossoms
Within from where I was bred
An old acacia spreads a cooling shadow
As a starving lamaggeryer eagle
Gave me a get-out-of-here kind of look

Clocking two years after throwing in my towels
Home has been a joy and a doubting challenge
Clouded with so many ideas to implement
But still betting on what I really want to focus on
Some businness idea here, or intensive farming there
Like being between a rock and a hard place

Kenyans have professionalized and polished their skills
Especially their art of conmanship and fraudster
 From almost identical title-deeds to degree certificates
All type-setted and produced along River Road
To fake blue-band and other products from Kariobangi
You have to watch your back every step of the way

Kenyans will comouflage, to harvest from your sweat
 From real estate companies, to banks with good rate
 From politicians ploughing for campaign money
The ever-rising diaspora remittances
Makes everybody here, salivate with gust
Just be careful, you need every bit of it

If you ever plan, to come back home
Just weigh your options, put emotions aside
The dawn chorus of the birds
Waking me up every morning
The whisper of the wind, hissing from the leaves
Are charming, I admit

But when you pack your belongings
To ship to your beloved country
Be cautious whom you trust
Fake shippers are preying on you
Dig and dig for their background
And only insist on payment...after delivery

I will committing a "crime", if I mention you invest
Doing so is as important, as a safeguard to your future
But that is up to you, a personal choice to make
If I had never thought about it
While I toiled abroad for decades
I will not be what, I am this day

Our Kenyan leaders, a pathetic and greedy lot
They are imbued with hatred
Heuristic bats, blinded and deaf
Bloody words gushing out their mouth
When things go bad, they fly out their families
While me and you, pick up our pieces

Political classes and "wale wale" syndrome is at it again
Singing the same songs sung over forty years ago
But this time it's not their old guards anymore
It's their sons or nephews or brothers hungry for power
Solely to protect their own and what they looted
Yet stupid Kenyans don't get sense out of it

The claws of tribalism are permiating in our society
Tribes now drumming up "its our time to eat"
With an euphoria devouring our youth to the core
What did Kenyatta, Moi, Kibaki, Raila or Uhuruto
In their promised quest to alleviate
The plight or poverty of my village?
And good reason to stay home and never vote

IEBC is a sham and lack basic integrity
Know corrupt leaders, most guilty as charged
Are either nominated, or given direct nominations
Against natural justice and acceptable norms
Empty optimistic rhetoric
Killing what our Constitution protects

The fight against the rot and inertia
In the public and private sectors
Will never be worn, will never be fought
If the custodian of our Constitution
Fails and fears to deliver, giving up on it
Then Wanjiku wonders, why vote again

Being at home, gives me a civil experience
Fredom at last, after years of turmoil
Loving every time, I worked for hours
Built a nest I now, live to cherish
Realizing that one day, my eggs may hatch
I now close my eyes, in sweet repose

By Idavethi |  idavethi@yahoo.com