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• The 10th Daughter of Gĩkũyũ & Mũmbi - Children of Lone Soldiers

  Posted: May 13, 2008, 4:16 pm by N.W

  Who we are?
  
  We are the 10th daughter of Gĩkũyũ and Mũmbi
  The one spoken of in low rehashed tones
  With eyes full of sadistic pity
  The one who, without a husband bore outcasts
  Casting on stone the traits of children born of men but not of fathers.
  
  We are the daughters of women
  Who dared raise their children in a society that looked at them
  As rebels of traditions,
  Wreckers of holy unions,
  Winds of destruction on upright family foundations
  We are the daughters of Wamũyũ
  
  We are the seeds of relationships gone cold
  Chilly as the wafting wind as it dried a girl’s wet eyes
  After the man who, on every trip from the river
  Held her behind, in bushes with promises of love and joy
  With wild flowers and sweet bush berries
  Turning her toes into a painter's hand
  That drew figures and imageries on the dry red soil
  On hazy sunsets,
  At the foot of the valley that separated his and her homes,
  He sank into the ground, leaving her with a growing seed
  
  We are fruits of his wild mind
  That made her naïve like sheep to a wolf
  Begging her to let him in,
  Into her heart, into her veins
  Knowing only too well
  That her heart was a black rose in a beautifully tendered garden of life.
  
  We are the caricature of a grandparent's pet,
  Our view of men is as skewed as our view of life
  Thinking it will offer you a carpet to step on,
  Only for you to walk barefoot on a path laden with rocks, thorns and broken bottles.
  
  We are the young girl who confuses her uncle’s hand under her skirt, to a touch of love
  We are the young lady who seeks elusive attention to herself for reassurance of who she is.
  We are the woman who despite finding the right kind of man who will respect her,
  Constantly forgets as she seeks more attention from men,
  With every smile she gives, heartache, unfulfillment and guilt she receives.
  We are the child who grows up into a mother, afraid to bring up her kids like she was
  And for that, stays in an abusive marriage hiding blows and burns.
  The deferred punishment her father never gave her
  For she sees a father in her man, not a lover.
  
  Our sons and daughters though scorned at
  Are human doves, symbols of love, peace and joy
  in between spasms of impatience, egocentric thoughts,
  In their hearts, generosity flows like rains from the skies
  We are the clan of Wamũyũ
  Children of lone soldiers.
  
  N.W
  April 2008
  kenyanpoet@gmail.com
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