Tribute To a Fallen Hero
Call him Nzioka, Nau, umau he still stands tall,
Lived a century and lived to see a millennium,
Yes he was captured by Mau Mau but congured them,
Was so wise and very stealth man, call him Nyongwe,
He is the man who sired my mother, what a Man.
I grew admiring him, would make me taste his drink,
What a Lovely guy when high on his drink,
He taught me some exotic and erotic words,
Taught me the fundamentals of being a man,
He is the man who married my blood aunt!
Call him prince charming and a Roving Lover,
Even after a millennium he could tune the millennials,
They would never outwit him, what a guy,
He never grew old, always young in heart,
He is the man who sired my uncles and aunts,
Though young at heart and soul, the body got tired,
Even in hospital bed , he would joke and smile,
He left his empire and an army no one can destroy,
After leaving white clothed angels on earth,
He now dances and fine dines with Nduva,
His Religion was Love, now He is and will forever be!!!
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