Scores of lamenting crickets chirp intermittently all night
Slowly, depressing contemplations begin to subdue on a small bed;
To what tune may my profound melancholy be sang?
Marching swiftly to my fate
Narrow or broad, to me, the path is all the same
Furious rains howl all night,
Driving winds keep me awake till daylight
Gazing aimlessly through a dim window
Gradually stale fragrances begin to renew my old sorrows;
Uncertain about tomorrow,
Who’d know the weight of grief piled on my midnight -pillow?
Too depressed to sigh, on a small bed I toss and lay mutely.
With peers of old and to keep contact, in recently years have mingled rarely.
Oh! So gloomy and lonely has grown my youth.
Too weary to cry, I am currently like a faded wreath.
While I’d hoped to fly high or wide without regrets
Who’d have imagined this desperate circumstances would get?
Chewing a cud of grief, in gin, still I find no relief.
Invading hounds swept over the country
With guns, knives and swords barbarians swallowed a vast territory;
At the coast Mijikenda contingents roared against the pale foe
In the highlands warrior’s spat fire while spinning bows in rows;
Mekatilili politicized and Madori readied the population
Koitalel schemed and Waiyaki recruited in to the battalion
Chewing fog and riding mist, Sakawa commanded heavens while Mumias supported the rear;
In talent, could any at the van with General Ngunju Gakere compare?
Of Abu shiri’s brutal fate,
whose heart, to recall, even today would not kindle with painful tears?
Risk pain and stain
Despite chaos, exert your person to the task
Losses or gains
The year’s still far – off its dusk
His courage surpass that of a lion securing a cub from peril.
Combining political shrewdness and military brilliance,
Koitalel thwarted villains’ attempts to rape, plunder and steal,
To exploit, kill and grab ancestral lands by force.
Digging pits and spreading out traps: his victory was assured.
Building up alliances, and securing defence:
Commerce and prosperity was procured.
Koitalel forged a formidable fighting force
Where rest, of declining fortunes, and for survival had collaborated.
Enrolling scheme- full tacticians for revolutionary violence
And contingents for war with unparalleled speed and unrivaled defiance,
Bending heavens and subduing earth to compliance;
Koitalel for a decade successfully waged war against barbarians, unbowed.
With brilliant military strategies, and impervious revolutionary plans,
In the mist wrecking battles of rift valley, with one sweep,
Commanders Cunningham and Jackson were overran;
Of other wind- churning- battles this is but a tip
Though now Koitale’s tragic death is removed from us by many years,
The divine awe which his heroic deeds inspired, is still with us;
Like Waiyaki, Gakere, Mekatilili, Wanji and other political martyrs alas:
His name and fame, the posterity eternally shall revere!