Lewis Nyaga Poet Blank verse

Mari Ya Abdalla - Kanga Bora

KANGA BORA MARI YA ABDALLA

After graduation son of Walla
i lived at a coastal town
where the people so hated the warmth..
they chose to move at nite
in the clothes they were born with..
Son of Walla i was dismayed

I called myself to counsel
and decreed a holy decree
son of my mother
i would not let this profanity- continue
Son of walla i took up a whip
and whip them i did son of walla...

Urging them with strokes of the whip
to know the need- value of clothing up
many a wild lass recieved... strokes of the cane
Son of Walla i brought back respect 
to a people who walked unclad
Son of Walla i geuss i did good

Mari ya Abdalla they called me...zealot..
some sneered behind my back.. but manners
imade sure they were taught
at the crack of the whip.. male and female
they feared me.. or was it my whip
son of walla i changed life for a lost people

Kanga Boora Mari ya Abdalla
ubora wa sitara ndo wema wa sitara
that was my message
delivered to a people
who felt warmth
instead of feeling manners

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Lewis Nyaga February 23, 2015 at 12:34 AM Thanks Njeri and am sure you would find your swahili to be good if you became confident on its use

Njeri Hunjeri February 22, 2015 at 3:03 PM Good job teaching 'em coastal people some manners. Am afraid to use my Swahili around you now coz I know u are really good at it. You know, umeishi coast , na mimi natoka central:)