And Kabon Said
Begin from a place of love
A place of deep memory
And of brotherhood
That place which held you
While you waited
One day,
All that you claimed,
Shall hide from you
The blue sky of Koibarak
The siriek trees that bore fruit
The warm, white soil.
But even then,
Don’t despair
Look at the world
At the chaos that scares you
The wide tarmac road that leads to Iten,
The tangle of boda bodas, rode by men with rough voices
The dusty Peugeot 504s that hoot
Look up when the church bell tolls
Take in the smell of money
And include yourself in this world.
Even though it shouts
Even though it pushes and shoves
Open your eyes wide
And include yourself.
