Dear Grandpa
Curse me not nor my generation,
Listen to our modern conversation,
Hear how open we are,lend an ear to our boldness,
That will see you not wander in the night coldness,
Listen. Oh grandpa,
And pay attention to our way,
Grandpa and show us the way.
We salute our women by hug,
A warmly hug in public,
We peck our friends,
We do sleepovers and have night stands,
We have friends with benefits and no commitments,
We watch porn and masturbate,
We have sex called lesbianism,
We have sex called gay,
Weep not grandpa,
A man sheds not tears publicly,
Did Ndemi na Mathathi cry?
Were they not the tribal heroes?
Grandpa you told us men should be be bold,
Grandpa even if you are old and I know its cold,
Lend me you ear, as we did when you narrated folklore,
Yours were exciting and educative,
Am sorry mine are somber and provocative.
Tell me grandpa,
Did you have single women?
Did you have the phrase bastard?
You were great caretakers of the orphans and widows,
Our fathers are sending orphans the streets,
Our fathers are taking the widow's property and sending the to Karima ngagua*
Our girls despised virginity,
Our girls have embraced abortions?
Grandpa tell me,
Did you sleep with your daughters?
Did you ever condone rape?
Did you have condoms?
Grandpa answer me.
Our father Gikuyu taught that,
Counselling lacks shy,
And he who denies been corrected,
Will not desist punishment,
I've been so open grandpa,
Be strong and show me the way.
Grandpa,I value your wisdom,
Like I respect your white hair,
Like I respect your bending gait,
Before you join our forefathers,
Grandpa,show the way to your grandson,
As you bless your descendants,
Spit the blessing showers,
Pour the muratina* for productivity,
And guide me oh grandpa.
#Nomys_Madness
Karima ngagua...whatever mountain one may land
Muratina...traditional liquor.
Curse me not nor my generation,
Listen to our modern conversation,
Hear how open we are,lend an ear to our boldness,
That will see you not wander in the night coldness,
Listen. Oh grandpa,
And pay attention to our way,
Grandpa and show us the way.
We salute our women by hug,
A warmly hug in public,
We peck our friends,
We do sleepovers and have night stands,
We have friends with benefits and no commitments,
We watch porn and masturbate,
We have sex called lesbianism,
We have sex called gay,
Weep not grandpa,
A man sheds not tears publicly,
Did Ndemi na Mathathi cry?
Were they not the tribal heroes?
Grandpa you told us men should be be bold,
Grandpa even if you are old and I know its cold,
Lend me you ear, as we did when you narrated folklore,
Yours were exciting and educative,
Am sorry mine are somber and provocative.
Tell me grandpa,
Did you have single women?
Did you have the phrase bastard?
You were great caretakers of the orphans and widows,
Our fathers are sending orphans the streets,
Our fathers are taking the widow's property and sending the to Karima ngagua*
Our girls despised virginity,
Our girls have embraced abortions?
Grandpa tell me,
Did you sleep with your daughters?
Did you ever condone rape?
Did you have condoms?
Grandpa answer me.
Our father Gikuyu taught that,
Counselling lacks shy,
And he who denies been corrected,
Will not desist punishment,
I've been so open grandpa,
Be strong and show me the way.
Grandpa,I value your wisdom,
Like I respect your white hair,
Like I respect your bending gait,
Before you join our forefathers,
Grandpa,show the way to your grandson,
As you bless your descendants,
Spit the blessing showers,
Pour the muratina* for productivity,
And guide me oh grandpa.
#Nomys_Madness
Karima ngagua...whatever mountain one may land
Muratina...traditional liquor.
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