By Raya Wambui

I think it, and I make it so.
I plant a seed, want it to grow.
I think it, and I make it so.

There lies a road ahead I must follow.
Through priceless sunrises,
Deep mud, I’ll run, I’ll crawl.
Challenges were made to make me.
More than any easy road.

Things are alright right now,
But they’ll get better and they’ll get worse.
Asking heaven for the blessings of determination and resilience.
I think it and I make it so.

I think it and I make it so,
I had big dreams, sitting at my little desks.
Glancing out of big windows,
As I penned down word for word.
Trying to paint a picture that could leave a thumb print with the world.
Day by day, I do my best.
I think it and I make it so.

I plant the seed, and I help it grow.
With Gods grace and hard work,
I think it and I make it so.