No Less a Man
Adventure on, my son,
Beyond the mountains yonder
Into the country of the Matae
If you find no pastures
If their maidens be plain
Come back home, son,
You will find our land
Overflowing with harvest.
Adventure into the heart of the Wagikuu
Plant your spear in their midst
If you find no match for you
If you read deceit in their eyes
Or find a lacuna in their faith
Return to your fatherland.
Your stars will take their places
Beside those of your ancestors.
Adventure on, son, beyond horizons:
They were not made for your clan
Nor were seas made to tether our warriors
Nor the span of earth and sky
To kill our determination:
For man is man
And master of his fate.
And you, my son, are no less a man!
Copyright © Gerald Kithinji | Year Posted 2013
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