HOME GROWN

One month old,
This became my home.
Vast land,
And scarcity of homes
That was the norm
By the age of five,
Bikes we would ride .
Everyone knew everyone,
Strangers did not abide.

Slow as an old lady,
Things started changing
Houses were spreading,
People migrating
Before we knew it,
The neighborhood was flooding.
No more bike riding ,
Or door to door walking .
For strangers had crept in,
It was time to get witty.

Niaje Niaje,
Za leo ni gani?
Plan ni Ile ile?
Ama niaje mnadai?
Story za mavela
Shasha money pia
Na kusaka tu kahela
Form ishaingiana,
Ni mabrathe tu kufika.

The hustle grows stronger ,
With every new era
Watoi ni wajanja ,
Enyewe ni kunoma,
Itabidi ukae rada
Mgeni utajulikana,
Hakuna kujificha.
II area ni yetu Wewe,
Get with the system
Cheza chini brathe,
Cheza tu kiwewe.

The kids that rode bikes,
Are now fully grown .
In an area well known
Here, . They are the dons
That the kids go to
When things go wrong
The finest from Githu
Prowdly home grown
In the place they call their own.