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Poetry: Obama's Homecoming

OBAMA’S HOMECOMING!!!
Kenyans are eagerly waiting for President Obama,
It is all over the news and the streets are all about Obama,
His homecoming is one like no other,
It has never been done in the US, Europe or Africa,
Obama is the president of the whole world,
His word influences every other world,
We are proud that his roots are found right here at home,
In fact, we feel like he is our brother and a homie.

He was here a while ago,
But then, he was not the most powerful man, so we cooled our ego,
Right now, we are the talk of the world,
Even if we are not told,
It might not be public in the papers and the streets,
 But the jealous ones can’t keep the thought off their heads,
You know how some people think Africans know each other?
The way when they see you visit abroad, they ask whether you know Kamau and Wamatha?
Right now they think Obama will shake the hands of every African!
Africa is a continent, don’t be an ignorant American!
Please Google, you’ll also be amazed that Kiambu is not a state in Kenya!
Ben Cason also thought Turkana come from Tanzania!

So while Obama is looking forward to this homecoming,
His grandmother is busy preparing what she will cook for him that evening,
Mr. Obama, please reserve some space for Mary’s African dish,
You will enjoy delicacies such as Omena, Mrenda, Osuga, Akeyo, boo, apoth, Kal, Omuogo and such,
You’ll sit with others around the fire as we tell stories one after one another,
We will like to hear many tales about you and your friends over and over,
They must not be true, but please make them funny,
Also, don’t tell us about the white house and the presidency,
The internet and media don’t give us a break,
We are well furnished with whatever matters every other day from daybreak,
We look forward to having some fun after you are done with our own white house,

We will make it worthwhile embarking on that long journey, YOU ARE WELCOME! 
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