Harmony's Plea by Mariita Pacie.

 

Oh, Mama, where lies the flaw?

Why does time draw its claw?

To fathom the need for housekeeping,

Gaze upon fair sister Kigali,

Behold her compound, serene and clean,

Where one may dine upon the floor's gleam,

Yet, I dare not attempt such grace,

For our dwelling lacks a welcoming embrace.

 

Visitors flock to her domain,

Yearning to join hands for progeny's gain.

Our dwelling, they decry, possesses an odor,

Their trust eludes a fragile order,

For father preaches wine, yet sips water's flow,

A paradoxical stance they scornfully know.

 

Behold the wealth in nature's bountiful store,

Yet hunger consumes us to the core.

Fresh ngege from brother Oduor's hand,

Uncle Kamau's chai, sweet and grand,

Zuhura's ocean, a captivating sight,

Sister Moraa's vegetables, a fresh delight,

While brother Kiptoo's global ascent,

All watered down by ego's intent.

 

 

Father seeks to assert his place,

Whilst you, Mother, in opposition race,

At the cost of us, your tender kin,

In pursuit of justice, a might within.

 

Look at sister Zuluhu's humble abode,

Though meager earnings are all she's bestowed,

Love spills forth, resilience shines,

Even in grief, her home she binds,

Both father and mother, roles she molds,

While we left famished, dreams put on hold,

Education denied, lives at stake,

The burden of bills, our spirits break,

Businesses falter, taxes strangle,

Children in streets, famished, wrangle.

 

Father, you've let your progeny down,

Unveiled crosses upon our crown,

A jest, they believe, your every word,

Doubting sincerity when truth's heard.

Kaguta, your comrade, his children roam,

Begging for sustenance, far from home,

His wife silenced with a forceful hand,

A brutal grip, a command to withstand.

 

We seek not wealth in boundless measure,

But education and health as our treasure,

Affordable sustenance and shelter's embrace,

Equal love bestowed, no need to chase,

Then, we shan't beg or wander astray,

Ready to thrive, come what may.

 

Have you beheld JKIA's departures?

Flights bound for lands of unknown cures,

Unaware of destiny's decree,

Prepared to pay the price, be it heavenly.

 

I long to return, to breathe pure air,

A Nairobbery secure, a neighborhood fair,

Accessible education for all to acquire,

Maternal safety, no lives to expire,

Police and civilians coexisting in accord,

Actions speaking louder than words,

A home rid of blame's cruel flame,

United hearts, peace our aim.

 

Father, ere you dazzle the world's stage,

Grant Mama joy, her soul engage,

For when she's content, the home finds peace,

Tensions and strife begin to cease.

 

Lastly, heed grandpa's wise refrain,

He, the guardian of freedom's gain,

Though imperfect, his counsel true,

In listening, there lies wisdom to pursue.

See your brother, who embraced his voice,

Fruits of concord, hearts now rejoice,

Once estranged, now free to unite,

A bond restored, glowing with light,

Yet, you endeavor to efface the past,

Remember, naught's eternal, we're but fleeting cast.

 

With peace as our guide, your spirit shall grow,

Just listen, and let your benevolence flow.

 

 

@Pacie