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Kenya my Kenya
Take me back to
My land again

In the world there is nowhere A special scent of rain where
The drops kiss the earth fair
The heady aroma I am aware
Can bring memories of their
Childhood abandoned air
Take me back to
My land again

To dance naked in the rain
Now so much older not vain
Face arms raised I’m sane
Receiving first drops of rain
Of rain divine and its purging
Promise of shoots emerging
Take me back
To my land

The leaves cleaned green Birdsong stop,they preen
Equally in the very green
Umbrage of fresh mien
Of leaves once dusty grain
Now so fresh and plane
Take me back
To my land again

The sun peeks through rays
Silent rain enchants and stays
And the momentum at bay
Up goes the earth smell I say
Down come rain drops yey!!
I have waited for all day
Take me back to
My land again

Filled is this world in glory
Our hopes no longer tarry
The rain drop like a deity
Awaits gives up to gravity
Shimmers awhile a diamond
And mingled in earth so fond
Take me back to
My land again

Take me in my mind far
Of possessions no bar
But never never not ever
Scent of Kenya to sever
In the rain mingled wind
In my face and limbs bind
Take me back to
My land again

The heart gladdens
The ears strain to hear
The first rumble of thunder

Down my spine a chill
Very being to the fill
Wood chimes are still
Never even dare to peal
Until on my face I do feel
Rain drops that can heal
Take me back to
My land again

The curtains now billow
Trees astir fronds mellow
Welcome wrens and swallow
The sun is now just a halo
The sky claps in joy a below
A call or gladness from below
Take me back to
My land again

The earth generous in giving
Although we go on thieving
Striving not for what is right
Fighting only for their might
An example of sheer giving
So we can do from our being
Take me back to
My land again

What great soul has landed
Today our earth is mended
We can smile at human folly
Step back and just be jolly
This madness surely pass
Into gladness like a mass
Take me back to
My land again

There, a far away strain
Rumble of promised rain
The earths glad rejoicing
Of joy and comfort tiding
Rain flies rise in billows
Like burst open pillows
On their gossamer wings
Take me back to
My land again

Shariffa
Wednesday 11th
October 17

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The Path

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The dappled path invites me
The smell of fresh rain calls
Scent of stirred soil rising
Something ahead beckons
It calls me now to explore
There is something afoot

The aloes with their spikes
Flung out in full abandon
The aloe Vera tall in pride
The succulent silver leaves
Set off the peachy orange
There is something afoot

The paving tapers off
Ahead the haze of bushes
Creates secret temptation
Where to it softly asks me
And I tempted to respond
Some mystery lies ahead

Branches join in safe canopy
I bend invite the soft touch
The soothing rustle of leaves
Rain drops damped my nape
It is refreshing spontaneous
What is it that lies just ahead

On the path could be traps
I will work get over the traps
There may be a snare too
But as I am mindful I will
Go on and see to the end
Where the sun always shines

It is the visage of my friend
So long since I last set eyes
Upon that dear one so close
I am filled with softened joy
The meeting is long awaited
Ahead is a special longing

Only a canopy of wet leaves
A path of wet paving stones
Stirs up the beating heart
Awakens the soft memories
A special time spent together
There is a stirring of memory
In my heart
Shariffa Keshavjee
July 2017
After Homage

 

 

 

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The dappled path invites me

The smell of fresh rain calls

Scent of stirred soil rising

Something ahead beckons

It calls me now to explore

There is something afoot

 

The aloes with their spikes

Flung out in full abandon

The aloe Vera tall in pride

The succulent silver leaves

Set off the peachy orange

There is something afoot

 

The paving tapers off

Ahead the haze of bushes

Creates secret temptation

Where to it softly asks me

And I tempted to respond

Some mystery lies ahead

 

Branches join in safe canopy

I bend invite the soft touch

The soothing rustle of leaves

Rain drops damped my nape

It is refreshing spontaneous

What is it that lies just ahead

 

It is the visage of my friend

So long since I last set eyes

Upon that dear one so close

I am filled with softened joy

The meeting is long awaited

Ahead is a special longing

 

Only a canopy of wet leaves

A path of wet paving stones

Stirs up the beating heart

Awakens the soft memories

A special time spent together

There is a stirring of memory

In my heart

 

 

 

The Path

The dappled path invites me
The smell of fresh rain calls
Scent of stirred soil rising
Something ahead beckons
It calls me now to explore
There is something afoot

The aloes with their spikes
Flung out in full abandon
The aloe Vera tall in pride
The succulent silver leaves
Set off the peachy orange
There is something afoot

The paving tapers off
Ahead the haze of bushes
Creates secret temptation
Where to it softly asks me
And I tempted to respond
Some mystery lies ahead

Branches join in safe canopy
I bend invite the soft touch
The soothing rustle of leaves
Rain drops damped my nape
It is refreshing spontaneous
What is it that lies just ahead

On the path could be traps
I will work get over the traps
There may be a snare too
But as I am mindful I will
Go on and see to the end
Where the sun always shines

It is the visage of my friend
So long since I last set eyes
Upon that dear one so close
I am filled with softened joy
The meeting is long awaited
Ahead is a special longing

Only a canopy of wet leaves
A path of wet paving stones
Stirs up the beating heart
Awakens the soft memories
A special time spent together
There is a stirring of memory
In my heart
Shariffa Keshavjee
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Baptism

 

 

Nairobi
This evening my city
Is sun drenched grey
The election fervour
Washed off its face
Faces of aspirants
Baptized

Today the thirsty earth
Drinks greedily to quench
Then to share with roots
Drains to gutters rivers
Hoping to be one with the
Sea of Baptism
One drop joins the next
Rivulets in my window
Cars ahead blink in amber
The sound of rain on cars
Wipers numb in motion
Ready to baptize

Umbrellas unfurl and drip
Humans dash for shelter
Shoes squelch and slip
The wind chill creeps
Down the collar spine
Ready to Baptise

And can you Baptise
The hearts of men and
Cleanse them of greed
Give back to my city
What has been robbed?
Just by being baptized?

 

28 th April Eve of sisters visit

img_0993Cheeto the Cheetah was a dear little soul

The mum was hunted down leaving her alone

Out came the rangers she was no more forlorn

Rescued little Cheeto from any more harm

Cheeto was rescued once and for all

Cheeto came from North Eastern Wajir  County

Richard Kanjwony found her, what a bounty

Two weeks old Cheeto wrapped up and warm

Flew to Wilson Airport away from the storm

Cheeto was rescued and now was in form

Once in Nairobi Animal care took over

Edwards expert care took Cheeto over

Her eyes were not open and she was bottle fed

But she was so happy and not at all sad

Vaccine was given to keep her well

Cheeto was rescued once and for all

Soon Cheeto with all the love  and care

The Animal Orphanage and Mama     Nurturing care

Opened her eyes and began to play

Furry toys dangled for her to see and flay

Cheeto was rescued once and for all

One sunny day Cheeto was adopted and named

Iman for her birthday to celebrate

What a delight to know that soon she would move

Out into the open where other cheetahs roam

Cheeto was rescued one and for all

Now that we know that Cheeto is loved

We feel so grateful that  none go uncared

With the team at the Orphanage all are tamed

Cheetahs you know are very handsome cats

Cheeto  the Cheetah is rescued once ready for pats

Cheeto can lick herself clean and fresh

Her milk comes to her in a bottle all fresh

Soon she will move to the open the air so fresh

For all visitors to see and know she is safe

Cheeto is rescued we are so glad she is safe.

2nd November

Shariffa

I love my Khangalands Is it’s chosen place Before you and I

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The paisley design
The khorosho design
Reminiscent of the nut
Nature made it all
Before you and I

The intricate mandalas
Like the galaxy above
Planets and myriad stars
In orbit by the Divine
Before you and I

The joy of a dancing step
Sets off the colour divine
I am the Lord of the dance
The dance of angels divine
His grace thought it all
Before you and I

I beckon to My Lord
In humble appeal
To bless my heart
With infinite patience
That was there always
Before you and I

Magenta and pink meld
In Bandhani harmony
Fine feathers maketh
Not a beautiful bird
All praise is due to Him
Before you and I

Foliage circles
Circles and squares
Foliage and bird combine
Centre adorned by borders
Where the bird lands
Is it’s chosen place
Before you and I
The paisley design
The khorosho design
Reminiscent of the nut
Nature made it all
Before you and I

The intricate mandalas
Like the galaxy above
Planets and myriad stars
In orbit by the Divine
Before you and I

The joy of a dancing step
Sets off the colour divine
I am the Lord of the dance
The dance of angels divine
His grace thought it all
Before you and I

I beckon to My Lord
In humble appeal
To bless my heart
With infinite patience
That was there always
Before you and I

Magenta and pink meld
In Bandhani harmony
Fine feathers maketh
Not a beautiful bird
All praise is due to Him
Before you and I

Foliage circles
Circles and squares
Foliage and bird combine
Centre adorned by borders
Where the bird lands
Is it’s chosen place
Before you and I
The paisley design
The khorosho design
Reminiscent of the nut
Nature made it all
Before you and I

The intricate mandalas
Like the galaxy above
Planets and myriad stars
In orbit by the Divine
Before you and I

The joy of a dancing step
Sets off the colour divine
I am the Lord of the dance
The dance of angels divine
His grace thought it all
Before you and I

I beckon to My Lord
In humble appeal
To bless my heart
With infinite patience
That was there always
Before you and I

Magenta and pink meld
In Bandhani harmony
Fine feathers maketh
Not a beautiful bird
All praise is due to Him
Before you and I

Foliage circles
Circles and squares
Foliage and bird combine
Centre adorned by borders
Where the bird lands
Is it’s chosen place
Before you and I