When You See Me At The City, Please, Wish Me Well!

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Sometimes when I look back at what I have been through in my life, how rocky my path has been, how mama raised me to be the gentleman I am today..!
The few instances I won, how I hanged my name on the legendary board, through blood and sweat, how I toiled to make a name for myself, that it may go down in history,
The days I had to take the bull by the head, the unavoidable spears of rejection that came from my closest beings I could ever imagine,
The nights I rolled on my my bed like a woman in labour, drenched in tears for losing people who lured me to their love charms, blaming my soul for letting it happen,

Right from a tender age we were trained on how to lead hundreds of cattle to graze in a land far away from home, at the age of 9 I was entrusted with such responsibilities,
With a stiff stick across my shoulders, whistling like an adult, the bulls would stick to the dusty road as we headed to the grazing land near the village mountain,
The temperatures here were high, even the squirrels and other creeping animals enjoyed a cool breeze on top of the acacia trees,
I would also climb a soft leafy mukuyu tree and rest on it’s branches as I watched my herd graze at the foot of the mountain,

The memories of my childhood are still fresh in my mind, there was no clean water to drink, it hardly rained so we would foot more than three kilometres to fetch water,
As early as 5 am in the morning, we would commence our journey towards Kikuu river, a seasonal river that served the entire village,
So we had to hit the road that early to avoid hurting our feet when the sun rises, no one knew the feeling of putting on shoes, we were raised that way,
Upon reaching the iconic river, we would identify a wet area and dig using a shovel, then we would test the water inorder to fetch the sweetest not the salty one, otherwise mama would beat us hard!

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This is one of the reasons why I work hard, that someday I might return the favour to my village, just like Sadio Mane,
When Sadio Mane of Senegal, got a job to play for Liverpool FC, he didn’t raise his standards to the clouds, he remained humble!
Instead of popping wines in five star casinos with white girls all around him, he remembered how his people struggled to get a good education back at home,
He flew back to Senegal and built a school and a hospital too in Sédhiou province within Bambali, a success story that touched alot of people!

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  1. Your poems are beautifully expressed

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  2. Thank you so much friend, that’s why I’ll keep on composing for people like you 🤗

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    1. Keep writing I am always happy to hear from you👍🙂

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  5. Nice post and such a vivid explanation, it takes me to your land.

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    1. Thank you so much krisha for taking your precious time to read it. 😁 I’m so humbled

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