Like her name she’s a dear gem pearly smooth as the ivory adorning the callosal elephant that rumble her birthplace, Makumu near Kisumu smack dab on the equator– she was born there, her blood pulses to the drums of the Luhyia, Luo, Kisii, & Kikuyu– –a girl of African soil who once shaped its mud into dolls sitting cross-legged speaking Swahili with the children who were born there whose heart knows ebony as the hue of family and friends questioning why she wasn’t too, though she was and will be, beyond the shallow veneer of civilization where culture fails & only the child remains, for the intervention displayed the red-bloodedness of us all Yesu found her early in those high sugar-caned shamba-fields where the Spirit frothed over among African thatched huts – and prayers billowed up like the smoke from kitchen-hut cooking fires boiling chai tea Kenya, her home, is where she placed her reliance on him and was born a second time because like her Swahili name, Lulu, she is as priceless as the One above this fading earth who reaches down to the African clay she was born 3.9 10/10
Pearl of Africa
06
Apr