The Bus Stop

I went to the bus stop today Hoping you’ll show, Your tea is ready and the maize is warm.

Karibu home! The village is safe. We know our neighbours, We sing the same tongue We are one.

Come back to the land. We vote for it It is our refuge This soil our toil Our toil our soul.

I hid your party t-shirt You say the colour doesn’t suit you anymore Yet you promised, it will bring us water and electricity And a bed that I can hide under.

Come explain Kenya to me. Tell me the difference between podium and pulpit, Explain why the news is red, And Swahili my new security.

Yet again you did not show. I came to the bus stop today. The tea is still ready, the maize still warm.