transformation.

I am Mathew not Hamisi,

call me Mwanaisha not Daisy.

Listen to my cry brother,

my unemployment should be a bother.

Criminalize not my stay in Garissa,

I strike with no alert in Mombasa.

Brother! Judge not Omar by my curly hair; light skin

Wanjala I maim and kill in black skin.

To Raso you invited me for a tin of flour,

in Hiirima I was a sparkling flower.

And to Mogadishu I returned a soldier decorated,

maimed in Mandera when tension escalated.

I don’t want a comeback to kisimayu

Eel Dibi my employer I warn you!

I don’t want to kill,

stop my recruiters in Mombasa ,I appeal.

Extremism where is thy head and tail?

You bite by the venomous Al-Qaeda,

Al-shaabab gallops our youths via the porous border.

extradite Maghreb of the Sahara,

to rid our state of incitement to terror.

Extirpate Mujahidin from territories of Kenya,

and free our youths in Ugenya.

Beat not the head nor tail,

Boko Haram is a blind snake you will fail.

Mama support my schooling

the epicentre of critical thinking

surging with acerbic wit,

sweeping religious extremism with spite.

My Schooling my potency-

Soaring in me a seed of decency,

challenging online venom with efficiency

Extricating society from tangles of moral indecency.

We rejoice in our new constitution;

anchorage of controlled information and communication

our new constitution,

Strengthening devolution,

In Nyumba kumi we invest for intelligence

Unearthing scourging vices with vehemence

Our constitution,

the epic of Transformation.

© Bunguswa Brian™