My Child,You went to Nairobi.
Told me you were going to search for greener pastures.
I,Son at first refused but you insisted and due to my desire to not fail you and to ascertain you of my belief in you,I let you go.
But Dear Son,After four years of you being gone my desire to come to Nairobi and see you were always denied,So i finally decided to come see you by the help of Nyangwanda.
Nyangwanda knew where you lived.
And Son on arrival, you were hesitant to see me, hesitant to let me into your place Son.
Son you were all that because you didn’t want me to see all your signs of struggle,Your seemingly bedbugged house out of the first stare.
Son i raised you better than this,Even in struggle.
Your thingira was Grass thatched and a mud one but you were tidy and organized.
This Son is the end of a reign.I need you to pick the pieces and let’s just head home.
Your Grandfather left you the farm that was by the riverside.That’s gonna make ends meet much better for you Son.You’ve proven a point but now it’s time Son.
We got to go.
~RonoMercy