By Ngartia

Courtesy of Mutua Matheka

You ask me friend,
if I am from this sinning city?
No I’m not from here.

I was born where the weaver birds sing
repairing their nests at the rise of the sun.
I suckled under the white Kirinyaga peaks
where dew sparkles
and clear rivers flow
coldly meandering to the distant blue hills.

My infant eyes saw monkeys first
then elephants that raped the farms
then men drumming tins and
brandishing embers.

When the beasts were away,
We would sing the night away.
With stories of Njogu Kimuitu
and corrupted missionary hymns.
Our voices would match the skies
dark,splashed with a pailful of glitters
They were virgins, the skies, like we,
touched not by the manly hand of civilization
except for an occasional airplane.

I knew where hares bore,
where antelopes lay,
which berries were sweet
and which not to eat…
Which wood would crackle.

I’m from where the Dorobo raid
in the night, screams puncturing the serenity.
Where we share a basin
to wash our feet hardened by thorns,
under a soot clad roof.

I’m from where neighbours share salt
where kids cycle below the crossbars
where waterfalls steam and tadpoles swim
as majestic trees watch another
century pass by.
I’m from where the Maumau fought
near the great rock that crashed the elders.

I’m from where Meja’s boys raided,
in the first pages of “carcass for
hounds”.
Where the water quenches,
Where cows have names,
Where girls wear no make up,
where boys have no swag.

NO! I’m not from this sickening city.

  • http://URL name Kevin

    What a nice poem! It reminds me of some poem which my head is not just catching.I wish you could stress more on the contrast between the city and where you come from. Feel free to Visit my blog in wordpress Kevinwills95 and make any comment you wish.

  • Peter gathuru

    That a great piece of art,it does potray’s wat civilazation lacks asin the sinning city while wat the the early days everything was pure just like a virgin.

  • http://inkdrops.me ndinda

    “My infant eyes saw monkeys first” That is a very powerful line!

  • mabala matiku

    Culture tastes so rich when written n praised in poetry……kip up!!

  • http://kolembo.wordpress.com k

    ‘…where cows have names…’
    This is great writing, really enjoyed it!

  • http://www.ngartia.WordPress.com Ngartia

    thank-you people, it lifts my spirits greatly to see such appreciation.

  • http://www.kinyunye.blogspot.com Kay

    This poem speaks to me. I ran from the decadence and depravity of this God-forsaken city, but not before it stole my innocence nor, more regrettably, made me forget who I was when I first set foot in it.