Dedan Kimathi rose up, Fiercely he did stand, Against the British oppressor, In Kenya's beautiful land. He fought for freedom,
By esther hope2 months ago in Poets
Tom Mboya, a man of great fame, On his shoulders, political games. Born in Kenya, in a time of strife, He set on a journey, to change his life.
Jomo Kenyatta stood tall A leader with a mighty call Born in Kenya in eighteen ninety-four He fought for his people and so much more
She planted a seed, so small and frail, But it grew tall, through sun and gale. The tree spread branches, its leaves so green,
I saw her walking by your side, A chosen girl, with grace and pride. I couldn't help but feel outdone, My longing heart felt all undone.
I'm anticipating the arrival of love, A place that at last I'll call home, I'm hoping for everything and above, A partner with whom all my dreams will roam.
I used to see a future with you, Our love was young and fresh and new, You were the first guy I went on a date with, And the memories, oh, how I cherished.
Innocent and sweet, Our love was new and fresh, A feeling so pure and complete, I felt my heart start to mesh. The thrill of our first kiss,
I don't want to lose you, As the thought alone fills me with fear My heart aches at the mere idea Of not having you near
Trust is a precious thing, A vision in the mind. It's something that can't be bought, Or easily confined. It's fragile like a petal,
I wanted kids with you, a family of my own, To share love and joy, to call you our home. But now you’re gone, and I’m left alone,
In the heart's tender chamber, emotions arise, A kaleidoscope of feelings, painting the skies. Like whispers of wind or waves on the shore,