"To my daughter who will never be born”
You will never be born because you died in my scrotum. You died in my scrotum because I was killed. I was killed because I didn’t vote for them. I didn’t vote for them because I wasn’t their tribe. I wasn’t their tribe because they taught us about“Watu Wetu“.They taught us about WatuWetu because they wanted votes, from us Watu Wao. And we fought and raped and killed in their name and sang “Tuko Pamoja“. After the prayer rally, I trekked in my yellow vuta pumz sandals to my slum house, while he rode in Yves Saint Laurent leather shoes, cosy on the floor mat of his Land-something V6 to his palace right across the road, in Karen. I still sang ‘Tuko
Pamoja‘. I couldn’t eat supper that night because I didn’t have any. Besides, if I did, I didn’t have salt. I could have borrowed salt, but in 2008 I killed my neighbor, who used to lend me salt; although he was not Watu Wetu, he still used to lend me salt.
In fact they used to use it to flavor the bacon they bought from the money they stole that was meant to take you, my daughter, to school. You will never go to school anyway, because you died in my scrotum.You
died in my scrotum because my neighbor’s sons came to kill me. My neighbor’s
sons came to kill me because in 2008, I killed their father while I was cheering Watu Wetu and he was cheering Watu Wao.
I wish I had learnt early enough that the real Watu Wetu are the ones from whom I borrowed chumvi from when I had none. The real Watu Wetu didn’t need votes so that they could fatten their bellies. The real Watu Wetu are the ones who would have pushed your mother on a wheelbarrow to the slum dispensary when she was about to birth you. But you will never be born, you died in my scrotum.
I know you do not understand anything about Watu Wetu, or why I sang for him Tuko Pamoja yet I lived in a slum and he lives in a palace. You will never understand these things because you are a new breed. You are a breed called Kenyan. Your tribe doesn’t matter; your second name doesn’t matter. Nothing matters anyway, and
you will never understand; because you died in my scrotum when my neighbour’ssons killed me because I killed my neighbour.(www.kenyaspirants.com)