If time was tangible like the old-school music cassette,
Then i would rewind the tape to the nearest juvenile moment,
Those days when peeing on bed was classified as a criminal offence,
When your elder siblings had the audacity to pinch your tender ears!

I grew up in the interior parts of the great Kamba land,
Home to the greatest honey tappers in history of Bantus,
Early in the morning i would accompany my father to the plains,
As he drove hundreds of cattle to graze on the greeny hill side,

At the age of 9 i would feed our Borana cows comfortably,
With my best friend Rexx The Dog, rest in paradise my favourite foot soldier,
We would storm into the leafy jungle undisturbed by the mountain baboons,
As our flock intermingled with the brown species of the grassland impalas,

Rexx the Chaperone would stay down as i scrambled for the tall tree nearby,
Although we never had chronometers at that time, the sun acted as the middleman,
Harmonising the long grazing hours as we took our journey towards home,
Never in my right mind shall i forget “The hurdles of my Childhood”