Who will take me back to North Horr,
Where nothing seemed to go on err.
I need to wear more mengich,
And bring some back for each.
I want to listen to the warrior song.
That wedding ceremony dancing.
Perhaps I will get the Ulfinni Guddaani lyrics,
And attend classes for the clapping tactics.
The foodicious moments.
Delicious mandazis,
All sorts of teas,
Tasty githeri in
mixture with kales.
You were always allowed to go for more.
Mentoring at excellence centres.
Humble Wambo and Kemboi at their best.
Sharing out their conquest.
The two brains theory from Felix.
It left us in a fix.
Kubambika at kundiandara nights.
Hilarious facilitator Adommy
In the hot seat with father Anthony.
At the Oasis.
A walk in the clean clear desert water,
Consolation to me a swimmer.
Surrounding green panorama,
Happiness to accompanying Wangaris.
Coconut from the oasis date palms,
I held it on my palms.
Back to the bus singing psalms.
Lorry ride to the sand dunes.
All in large shades to protect the coneas.
Ladies and dudes alike,
Longing for Dandable hills hike.
Who saw the hyena?
I guess it was Makena.
Across the Chalbi desert,
All the way to Malabot.
If it were a river, we could have used a boat.
Galgallo’s long lorry rode us through.
The colorful annual dinner ceremony.
Reminder of the Coast moments.
When we visited the monuments,
Swam in the Indian Ocean,
And walked across the beaches.
It is taking long to reach Kalacha,
Complains Shomally the teacher.
Seconded by Munywoki the preacher.
There we arrive tired,
But the nutritious food gets us fired.
We parade for the crusade.
Shouting like a grenade,
That attracts the crowd.
If you go to Maikona,
Tell them we were not cornered.
Roba send greetings to Robe.
Say this to Mamo,
Next time we also need a mammal.
You people are gracious.
It was precious.
God bless you.
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