27/06/2023
In the golden land where poets rove,
Let me weave a tale, a tapestry of love,
Of Moran and the road that intertwine,
With the vibrant spirit of the Maasai in time.
Upon a hill, Moran stands tall,
A Maasai warrior, proud and enthralled,
His eyes alight with ancestral fire,
Gazing upon the road, his heart's desire.
The Maasai, a people strong and true,
Their traditions etched in nature's hue,
Their lives entwined with the land they tread,
In harmony, they journey, spirit widespread.
And there, before him, stretches a road,
A path that weaves through stories untold,
Like a serpent, winding through Maasai lands,
Connecting distant tribes, joining hand in hand.
The road, a lifeline, pulses with life,
As Maasai warriors embark on their strife,
Guided by ancient wisdom's gentle sway,
Walking in rhythm, both night and day.
Moran and the road, a sacred dance,
Rooted in culture, they embrace the expanse,
He stands as a guardian, steadfast and true,
Protector of traditions, forever imbued.
Oh, Moran, embodiment of Maasai lore,
Keep watch as the road stretches evermore,
With your courage, guide the tribe's stride,
Preserving their heritage with unwavering pride.
And poets, like me, find inspiration grand,
In the Maasai's footprint upon the land,
For within their lives, a tale to be told,
Of resilience, unity, and hearts that unfold.
So, let our words flow, like rivers wide,
Celebrating Maasai spirits, undenied,
In the tapestry we weave, their story shines bright,
Honoring their existence, day and night.
By Kaaji Luke
