Facing mountain sky for Morning Prayers,

I bind beard with mist, and suppress my pent up cares.

With  raised hands spread outwardly above the head,

I approach the religious grounds cleansed with goat’s red.

In  solemn tunes, and to fulfill rites; I burn incense for longevity or fortunes.

Facing mount Kirinyaga and at dawn for a sacred ritual, commitment;

A son of the soil, I appease the roving ancestral spirits with renewed covenant;

Offering honey for a gift, i kowtow or  prostrating with grace before Ngai.

 under a Mugumo tree, and in awe, i conclude prayers with: thaai thathaia Ngai thaai.


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