Collins Gachomo

Expatriates came from far and wide,
To colonize the state of Ajira with pride.
They built their homes and settled in,
Claiming the land as if it was their own kin.
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Akoth's daughter Shantel, now in her teens,
Is navigating through life's tricky scenes.
Adolescence a time of growth and change,
A period of life that can be quite strange.
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In Ajira where the people dwell,
There's a story that I'll now tell,
Of race snobbery and oppression,
That's caused them so much aggression.
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Inferno at Marikiti market
Was a sight both dark and tragic
Flames licked up the open stalls
People ran, they screamed and bawled
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Akoth's daughter Shantel,
Excels in secondary without a single dentel.
She's now off to join university,
Where she'll study with fervor and avidity.
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Should the choice be Peter or Andrew,
To whom shall the bride say 'I do'?
Both men do her heart pursue,
But which one shall her love imbue?
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In a world without women, nor a child to hold their hand,
Lived the last surviving man, on a desolate, lonely land.
With no one to converse, he talked to the wind,
Asking himself why fate had been so unkind.
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There once was a goat so confused,
He didn't know which path to choose.
He wandered around in circles all day,
Trying to find his sheep friends to play.
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In the land of Ajira,
There sat an island so serene,
But fate had other plans,
For a glacier lurking unseen.
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Oh, the power of lips, it's quite a surprise,
How much they can say with just one little rise.
A simple pout, a kiss, or a smile,
Can brighten a day, or make it worthwhile.
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Makena and Wanjiku, brave and bold,
Lost in the desert, their story untold.
Parched and tired, they trudged for days,
Through towering dunes and endless plains.
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Akoth's daughter Shantel is quite a belle
African engagement customs are where she fell
Her heart is afire, her love is true
But the customs of her land are quite a few
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Opiyo and Sharon, a tale to tell,
Of love that soured, and went to hell.

Opiyo was unfaithful, it's true,
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Welcome to sin city, the land of Ajira,
Where the night never ends and the streets never tire-a,
The neon lights flash with a devilish glow,
And the sinners come out with a flourish and show.
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In the realm of power, a tale unfolds,
Where greed for mastery hurts and corrodes.
Political instability, it takes its toll,
As ambitions clash and conflicts unroll.
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In a chain of untold matrixes, they lie,
Mysteries woven, unseen to the eye.
Each link a story, whispers of the past,
A tapestry of secrets, vast and vast.
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Inside Dongo Kundu, a tale unfolds
Of corruption deep, where taxes hold
A grip so tight, it chokes the land
And drains the life from willing hands
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Again i'm sitting besides a picture frame
Behind me is a huge wallpaper of you
Creation of a facial structure of you are all over the walls in my room
Dreaming of me and you in a paradise island riding a horse full of red and pink roses
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Besides me there is a pen and book
The book contains amazing writings of love
Sweet words like a dove
As i write on it, i think of an amazing look
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Behold i see a burning spear
Over the edge of the hill i can't persevere
My watery eyes filled with tears
Oh my wish i had chandeliers
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