Awakening Your Why

The nation is crying, Mr. President, arise, From Nairobi’s streets to Turkana’s skies. In Baringo’s valleys, where truth slowly dies, On Mombasa’s coast, deceit fills the eyes. Culprits thrive—awaken your why. In Eldoret’s fields and Garissa’s sun, The youth shout boldly, their fight just begun. “Kufa maganga, kufa dereva,” they run, From Nyeri’s hills to Kisumu’s fun. Leaders loot freely—awaken your why. The Parliament of Owls plots in the night, Schemes in shadows, evading the light. Courts, now kangaroo, twist what is right, While Nakuru weeps under corruption’s bite. Hope fades fast—awaken your why. In Thika’s streets, hunger spreads its dread, Marsabit's children beg daily for bread. Factories are silent; promises dead, From Voi’s market to Kakamega’s spread. Restore our hope—awaken your why. Guide us with purpose, before we fall, Culprits must answer, justice must call. From Lodwar’s heat to Kajiado’s sprawl, Kenya can rise, standing tall. Mr. President, awaken your why.