Hear my cry, O Lord
Shower us the people of Kenya with your mercies...

Clouds like smoke rising from the ground,
a place where I have buried my fears and worries...

When the first drop hit the ground
Sending soil particles flying in the air...

Making it right,
Forget about the fight...

Embraced by happiness,
joy kisses my heart...

Farewell poem I write,
Waving my hand and heart to you...

Words like vase
Broken...

I close my eyes,
as well as my heart...

I wont give you the satisfaction
by ending mine life...

With a cold breathe I stare,
As the beauty of the night disappear...

Knowing you was like a scent of red roses
blossoming amidst thorns...

Life, like wind on a portrait
Everyone trying to figure me out...