Poem – I Shall Leave (By Wafula p’Khisa)
When, out of exhaustion To set hurries the sun; I will be on toes To respond to call of time. I shall leave With the little I’d have reaped From the golden stool of prominence; I shall leave Behind the sacred palm My people have tended and irrigated With oceans of sweat and blood. I will need no cry […]
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