Departure from Nairobi

Departure from Nairobi
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The land of indomitable lions, land of fearless eagles, land of sun’s benediction’, land of lonely ruby hills, land of hypnotising sunsets, the land beyond the misty mountains of my ancestors is calling my name’ come, M’Ntani come’. I shall heed and go. Beneath the azure Eastern skies, across the valleys, over many singing and dancing streams, over the slumbering mountain to the prairies I shall go. I’m going Eastwards to the land of laughter, song and poetry. I shall listen and fall deeper in love with evocative African stories, tales narrated by fireside and in the moonshine. My spine will be strengthened by feral nightly sounds. I will be one with nature and people who have not lost their heritage. I will dress in loin cloths and arm myself with spear. Across the prairies I will saunter my belly aching with strong will and eyes blazing like fire in the night. I will tell them to rename me. I prefer they call me Segentuk, a keeper of Legends. They will accept me as one of their own if I tell them that am from the clan of Ngaa. We shall cement our bonds with homemade wine served at the table of men. It will be my dream come true in a land where Men and women are equals in the way Creator intended them to be; where all children are safe anywhere they want to go. Where elders are respected and valued for their contributions to life. I will retrace my steps to find the wisdom that I left in trail long ago. I will be taught how respect all living things. My teachers’ work will be arduous with terrifying mountain of ignorance to conquer but finally I will learn to conserve all that is beautiful and that will become my way of life.

I shall listen and fall deeper in love with evocative African stories, tales narrated by fireside and in the moonshine. My spine will be strengthened by feral nightly sounds. I will be one with nature and people who have not lost their heritage. I will dress in loin cloths and arm myself with spear. Across the prairies I will saunter my belly aching with strong will and eyes blazing like fire in the night. I will tell them to rename me. I prefer they call me Segentuk, a keeper of Legends. They will accept me as one of their own if I tell them that am from the clan of Ngaa. We shall cement our bonds with homemade wine served at the table of men.It will be my dream come true in a land where Men and women are equals in the way Creator intended them to be; where all children are safe anywhere they want to go. Where elders are respected and valued for their contributions to life. I will retrace my steps to find the wisdom that I left in trail long ago. I will be taught how to respect all living things. My teachers’ work will be arduous with a terrifying mountain of ignorance to conquer but finally, I will learn to conserve all that is beautiful and that will become my way of life.

The tall legged people, my newfound kins will suggest I get betrothed to a gorgeous lass and consummate our love under the watchful witness of zillion stars. She shall ask me, ‘M,Ntani, do you love me ?’ I will choke with reply and almost strangle her with a hug followed by kiss burning like embers of fire. We shall lock our hearts with bonds of eternity and live happily ever actualizing our dreams of gold. Whatever setback we shall fight as long as we both shall live. From long ago when I lost my milk teeth till this noonday of my age I have not lost this yearning of finding love in the emerald heart of a Moran woman, a lioness in the prairie.Nairobi is about to fade behind me like a distant light. How I will miss this fiery city blazing in the sun. If I should not return to the iron clad city, a plastic city just know my brethren I found love and purpose in the land where thousands winds blow. In the land free from evils of technology I shall lift you in prayers and your memories will ever be alive in me. I ask of you, pray for me too, M’Mugwika’s grandson am going to a new beginning. The voice is calling again and now I must away with the gathering courage. With your blessings I go.

Nairobi is about to fade behind me like a distant light. How I will miss this fiery city blazing in the sun. If I should not return to the iron clad city, a plastic city just know my brethren I found love and purpose in the land where thousand winds blow. In the land free from evils of technology I shall lift you in prayers and your memories will ever be alive in me. I ask of you, pray for me too, M’Mugwika’s grandson am going to a new beginning. The voice is calling again and now I must away with the gathering courage. With your blessings I go.
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Tom Mwiraria
Mwiraria is an author of three books, a writer of many pens,a lover of humanity,folklore and friend of animals.

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