TRIBE ALL-ism

Who am I?

Whose am I?

Of-course am God's

So never teat a brother like a street dog

If am Abel,please don't be Cain

Where do you get the guts the veins

Don't you feel any pain?

Seeing blood spraying out of my arteries,my veins

My home is an orphanage

Orphaned at a young tender age

Parents lost in tribal violence

Young girls living with stolen innocence

I don't know my Papa,my Mama

Were they Kuria or Giriama?

Did tribes ever exist?

When a Kalenjin runs at the Olympics

All I could see is a Kenyan flag

The win isn't a Kalenjins victory

Its the pride of the whole country

The Maasai culture attracts tourists

Which doesn't make them a giraffes neck and degrade others to a wrist

My former deskmate was an Orma

What a beautiful lady she was,ooh my

Only beautiful in my own imagination

For she always covered her face with either a black or brown hijab

El Molo,Oromo,Pokomo,Rendile,Ogiek were my schoolmates

The difference in us,you couldn't tell

Our Swahili teacher was a Mijikenda

Having insulting sayings of humor

"Mtaka cha mvunguni sharti achre saba" he would say when referring to a prostitute

The English teacher;A Luo

His vocabularies were from Pluto

But does he say?

School guard;a Pokot

Insecurity took to their heels with the presence of his bow and arrow

A meru's miraa probox ran over me

Njoroge's "ask for transport"pick-up rushed me to Aga Khan

A head-shaking Arab doctor attended to me

The Teso nurse was very kind

Her presence made my wounds heal faster

ShiKUKU the Luhya kitchen master

Also a friend and an enemy of the CHICKEN

Do you remember Kioko,the whistling cleaner?

He could whistle fast tunes than Bolt could run

My pain danced away to the tunes

Mogaka ;the Kisii who sells earth-size avocados and nile long juicy sugarcane

Knew the importance of vitamins and visited me with a part of his business

Do you know the Boni?

A Boni cleared my hospital bill

My boss's chauffeur is a Tachoni

The wife is a Watha

But looked like a Yiaku

I guess you didn't know the lady who delivers my mail is a Kore

I cant tell the Maragoli,Marama,Isukhu and the Bukusu

For all I know they are Kenyans

Everyone complains with sneezes

When I wear my expensive strong scented cologne

Which made me realize the Dahalo hawker conned me

My beautiful better half is a Taita

Thanks for the introduction from a Taveta friend

A Suba planner organized my wedding

My mahawk was done in that Kinyozi at the corner

The barber is a tall dark Turkana

My ear-piercings represents the Samburu culture

Moha is my Somali designer from Eistleigh

The milkman is an Embu

I think his milk is the freshest of all

Regards to you Juma

You taught me how to swim in the cold Indian ocean

Under the burning Mombasa heat

There are the poor and the rich

The religious and non-religious

The red color in the Kenyan flag unites us all

If weren't we would different patches of tribal bloods

Kenya is @51,at menopause

She has shed enough blood before

Shedding blood again is like raping her

And all the sanitary towels in the whole world will not stop the oozing

Stop TRIBALISM

EMBRACE TRIBE ALL-ism