OUR CULTURE

Once stood so grand Like Kilimanjaro against the sky Our way of life A beacon, a guiding light, a brand As children, we grew up in its embrace We imbibed its wisdom Mimicked the gestures Offered with reverence to the deities. But now, it’s just darkened reflections Fading echoes of what once was Our way of life, tarnished and frayed Worn thin by the touch of westernization. The songs we sang, the stories we told Now lie buried, rusted gold, Yet deep within, the spark remains A fire waiting to rise again To reclaim our roots, to stand anew To honor the culture we once knew.