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Moranism no more
In a remote village in Laikipia
facing the northern corridor.
Wild and tamed flock together.
and under the sacred Oreteti tree
Maasai girls are composing a song.
and passing feet beat busily!
Warriors throw themselves into spasms
heralding the genesis of a cattle raid
The medicineman keeps hope a glow.
Spreading his paraphernalia.
Like an army let loose they ran eastwards.
Facing Kenya’s highest Mountain.
Where the traditional God of love harbours.
Moranism brings wealth accumulation
inexhaustive hysteria
but runs counter the millennium development goals.
where societal norms reconcile with modern life.
Ah, remember where we come from; from that world where nature and culture, harmonised,we extolled our youth[moranism]with fun and energy but it has never killed our aspiration to get immersed in the world of knowledge. This is a great poem.
milton