When I Was In Kenya
When I was in Kenya,
And I heard those words,
I knew we going to get chapter and verse.
It always started long story, short,
But we’re yet to get how short is short?
Would his brothers be involved,
Or the government,
As we’d already been told the trials and tribulations of the Father.
But to our surprise.
we were entertained to the tales of boys and men who worked and toiled
To pots of ugali boiled.
But for all the tales,
And the repetitive journey down memory lane
We sat and wondered where was Tarzan and Jane?
Mike Singh 1/08/2020
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