Way up on a mountain
Somewhere high up on a hill
Am I? Or how not so high I feel
Looking down upon a hidden gem...
Safely tucked away
Many hills and miles away
Is a farm on a tomb called Elgon
It is here. That I am home...
For here I feel as one
One with nature.
One with the air.
One with earth...
The coffee and bananas
The bamboo and the nanas
The culture and the manners
Every inch of me. Is rooted here...
For it is right here
That my forefathers lie
And so shall I rest. After this quest
With my father's father's father's father...
Gazing at the amazing falling waters
The mountain breeze whispers to me
Listening to the leaves and the streams
I hear tales of men so brave. Men of stone...
There's a city in the mountain
A city where no man is scared of pain
A city of innovators, farmers & craftsmen
A city where the line is clear between boys & men...
This city. Is my home...
By
Th’ KlaFella™
Kidron Nabende Googo (facebook.com/TheKlaFella | theklafella.tumblr.com)
"From the root comes the fruit. But sadly. Very few of us take pride in who we are & where we come from. For some it's a well kept secret. Others even claim ignorance. To some its even an embarrassment to mention it. But not me. Gishu 2 the core! You can mock how we talk. Call us primitive for how we circumcise, how we live and what we eat. But I am a proud son of Mbale. For I am a son to my father. A crown to my mother. A friend to another and a goon to my brother. It's in my blood."
