Karisa, Wangari, Michuki and Karume
Now I know what heaven requires
This I learnt in a black, blackish week
The gospel about the humble and the meek
The passing on of one man who my soul inspires
And that of another whose memory will like glue stick
Also, one man whose vibrancy made graft creek
In-charge of the government local though not as weak
I know as well what bliss doesn't yearn for,
Not for men who perform as four
Or for women who only assume the front form
Seldom for hypocritical international pacifiers
Rather for a local governor like Karisa
Or a change driver who fuelled affirmatives in his maisha
Like one Michuki whose footstep made retrogressions quiver
Once in a while, a Karume whose progress would never waver
Governance in Heaven badly needed to keep it clean
From mother Kenya it found a local government champ
Karisa cleaned heaven and restored the local lamp
Then heaven realized clean fell short of green
God needed someone to sustain the eternal springs
From Kenya Wangari came, soaring minus wings
Gabriel needed to guard Wangari from what the adversary brings
Only a Kenyan Michuki could silence the foe with his stings
Yet without any sagacious investments,
Heaven would be a retirement home without cents
The realization provoked the need for Karume
A true darling and a wizened murume
Who could purchase all Konza could offer in one cheque
Thus, the local governance restored sanity,
Eden could go back to green instantly,
While firm actions courted words immediately
And golden chariots began shining glamorously
Heaven could not do,
Without Karisa, Wangari, Michuki and Karume
poem by David Munene wa Kimberly
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