This poem was published in the Writers Space Africa Monthly Literary Magazine, October 2018
There goes the Maasai
Hoping up the sun
Down the land, and up again
The warrior of man, African
Taut and hard done
His classy lubega is borne
To shelter the gallant breast
And clothe the life loins
That cold, dirt, rain, shame
Betroths nought
His virgin dagger, darling
Warrior of man African;As is to a hen a nestling,
Parting not wherever she may go
That peace ever there be
His chaste trim spawn’s unspinstered,
But for herd historical,
And man not one, save
One who’d smother a lion!
This I did, man African
Hoping up, down, and again to the sun!
