I am the First in line
At least on this timeline
Over here, I am the hero and heroine
So, pay attention to this storyline
My clutches are my spotting mark
My very loyal friend when it’s dark
Tightly clinging on through the park
Safe and sound even when the dogs’ bark
She crossed over as soon as I opened my eyes
Setting off, my mother waited for no goodbyes
Along with the hospital ward employees
My granny walked in beside the good doctor’s faces
Her back was too feeble to carry
In her basket, I was laid in a hurry
In a hurry to catch up with the driver of a lorry
We got home only for her goats to be sick enough to burry
I am Kimani and my dreams fly like a dove
When granny falls asleep I beg her soul not to move
My disability is my ability I see none without the other is a wove
It is my birthright to know the deeper depths of love
I am love, my kind of love.
BY MARY NYOKABI