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Great are his exploits
honour and rank
he's celebrated
he's immortalized
He's fondly recalled
Back to memory

The great legends of Old.. 
Great Chief Waiyaki wa Hinga..
Aged nine he killed a lion
with his bare hands...
When the imperialist came.. Waiyaki..
Raised a huge Army armed with bows and arrows

Testing the might of the staff which spat fire
Fore told by the great seer Mugo Wa Kibiru..

                      ..see people dressed like butterflies
                      they come from the sea of the hawk 
                     and move on an iron caterpillar to the
                  lake of the eagle.. they carry a walking staff
                which spits fire killing instantly... your weapons
                 will be useless when faced with this magical staff..

The great seer advised the people to learn
The pale skinned colonizers magic..
At right time armed with the right knowledge
The land of the slopes of Kerenyaga..
Will be liberated by its sons

The mountain of splendor and mysteries
Where people since ages ago have offered prayers
To the Supreme Deity Ngai Murungu..
Who is all loving and of good virtual 
The supreme deity's Prophet Mugo wa Kibiru...
Is office of the chief seer..

Water Tabernacle the resting place of - Managi
The greatest Holy relic and the Box that is the relic

I  recap they say Great Chief Waiyaki
Was betrayed by the pale colored..
foe he had called blood brother..
Angry Waiyaki took out his favorite club..

Mathiokore.. it was nicknamed..
Within minutes brains of the Great captain 
were scattered on our rich soils
The invaders captured Waiyaki..
Our great Chief and opened his skull

Waiyaki died not.. they buried him alive
Head facing downwards.. Great Chief..
You should have heeded the Great seers
prophecy..

       
...don't allow the butterflies to enter your homesteads...

Buried alive.. 
Immortal Warrior king fate

The annual pilgrimage around
Kereenyaga - the abode of Ngai
Goes on each year.. pilgrims
Make seven stops as they
Circumbulate the Holy Mountain..

Of stories and more stories from the land
Where gods.. immortals.. and mortals
Rub shoulders looking each other..
Eye to eye... tales of KENYA









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LEWIS NYAGA
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