I send you a kiss,

From this shanty I stand,

A good brother in you there is,

I know none will understand;

My beauty in your hands I place

 ‘Cause you have one face.

Grow up in divine peace,

And I will raise my hand,

Praying for your  eternal peace;

I know you’ll make a good friend,

Though it’s hard for some to confess.

My brother sees in you a problem,

Your father he says is a kikuyu,

My friend is more or less the same,

Your mother he says is from Kisumu;

But the truth is we are the same

From Moyale to Lamu.

I wish, they had the eyes

Just to see you shine!

But here lies...

When they need money for votes and they be fine!

Who’ll vote you my dear moon

Especially when, in a  chopper flies the political cartoon?

Oh! How I miss you every noon.

Yes! Yes my moon

I kiss you once more

Its not in the noon

Simple and realistic though

A kiss from the lips to ribs...

And down to the hips.

All my body is on a fire

Which is seen no matter the attire

With your leadership I could be a star

And you remain the moon I miss.

When you look at me from tip to bottom,

You’ll sense that am poor,

But this does not affect home,

For they got used to being poor;

Yet poverty does not please any Tom

     Still  I have a reason to smile.

I sing your name everyday

Completely ready for the price to pay

‘What a fellow’ some may say;

‘too young to lead’ others will say

Mine is to wait till May

When all will see that you are the moon they miss.