A quaint, one room, busy place,
Full of good old southern grace,
Lay to the east of Hawthorn Hill,
Somewhat beyond the daffodills.
Over a field and past the cows,
Beneath the deep magnolia boughs;
Beside smooth, clear Crab Creek,
In the shadow of Cheyenne Peak;
Down a tree lined country lane,
Stood the school of Miss Chamberlain.
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One day, the trees sought a king,
A ruler their hopes would bring,
In the land where trees stood tall,
But in their quest, a cautionary call.
To the olive tree, they first appealed,
"Be our king," they fervently revealed,
But the olive, revered and grand,
Declined, oil slipping through its hand.
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You can't call yourself a leader
that's the prerogative of others
Leadership wrangles, a nation in turmoil,
Chaos and confusion, no end to the quarrel,
As leaders fight and bicker, the people suffer,
Their hopes and dreams, lost in the clutter.
With each side fighting for control,
The nation's future, left in a black hole,
Their interests come first, the nation comes last,
The people cry out, but their pleas fall fast.
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Some were given power to rule,
yet never touched the soul of a nation.
Others held no throne,
yet moved the hearts of millions.
A ruler is obeyed out of fear;
his power ends with his reign.
A leader is followed out of love;
his influence outlives him.
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The penetration of the radiant Sun rays
Into my solemn hiding place
Woke me up to receive an official routine
salute from the captain of the Cocks
Lifting up my eyes to Meta's green Chambers ,
I beheld the omen, that Trousers and Skirts
Are at daggers drawn for the race to the top
Only one stool there is at the mountain top,
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In humble silence he sat in the hall
Like one not known by anyone at all
We all walked past him in the hall
Until he was introduced to us in the hall
Then we knew he was the master of us all
Humility is truly a divine call
Answered only by those ready to stand tall
Like mount Zion that can never fall
Like the Iroko in Sunshine and Rainfall
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The pen we know is mightier than the sword
Yet can someday be subject to the sword
When to the wall the pen pushes the sword
Dwindling and usurping the power of the sword
The pen and the sword at daggers drawn
Fighting dirty daily in the serene lawn
Mutual respect is funeralled from dusk to dawn
As enemies for life they have sworn
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In hurting others
we kill our own human nature
and die before death comes
We divorce our dirty ego
losing battles we thought we won
and winning what we thought we lost
We remain wise
until we use The Word of God
as our Mind-oscope to examine ourselves
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Three decades and more, he transformed Kenyan politics and governance.
His name and image dominated the front pages of magazines and newspapers.
His actions were the headlines of every television and radio bulletin.
His speeches reverberated across all social media platforms.
He was on the lips of every citizen—
in barazas, farms, marketplaces, offices, and fields.
He fought for the Second Liberation:
freedom of speech, expression, and association.
He fought for multiparty democracy, against the one-party state.
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