My room no one enters
Saved for I alone
Where it sits a blessed memory on my bed
Where my life belongs
As the sun rises and sets
And the wind blows
I pray
Turn me loose and let me be again
Young once more and fancy free
If i should force entrance a lot you might see
Wandering where i will
Down the lane up in a hill
In the slopes of Kenyan highlands
Barefoot in the dust
But often in my worn life’s memory
Fame has never whispered to me
Since i was a slave to men
Offering frankincense and gold
Not to Jesus i say
But just as i prisoner i was
Not free to come and go
You wonder where i would
For now i am free at last
Age has stamped me as its own
Youth to older hearts has flown
Perfuming my life with fragrance
All the years that granted me love
Before their faces i no more bow
A memory that i bend my knee there
Wanjohi. P. Mugambi
The Weeping Onion
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