By Waithera Wanjiru alias Nyarari Ya Mūmbi
Leave the Home of the Birds alone!
Leave the shades under which water and health is born
Leave the Stems that are a little too expensive
When stolen and repackaged back into the lands they were born.
Leave the Roots alone
They dig to the core
Still live in the stems up past the magnum
The crust, the humus, the green carpet
Into the air
This is home
Leave them
Because nature gives back
Leave them
For when they fall
They too bend to the source
When they thud of old age
They remain Kind
Leave the homes of the birds alone
Mozambique has their tale
Malawi has their tale
Senegal has their tales
Tales of trunks as destiny
Leave the trees alone
The 3rd son of Mandhande and Gugiye
Was born under the hollowed baobab
He of Kemmet that killed the reptiles at 7
Leave the barks
It is Kemmet’s wealth
Leave the Mūgumo
Leave the Mūkuyu
Leave the Baobab
Leave the Mūiri
Leave them all
They are sentient
In the great rich lands
Of our mother God
Leave the trees alone
The hallowed hollows that nest
The divine and ascended of our lands
Leave the silent guards of our lands
Let them to guard in honour
They dig to the core
Still live in the stems up past the magnum
The crust, the humus, the green carpet
Into the air,
This is home
The Southeners of FRELIMO
Are in despair
Lest the Boabob bows
And the trunks on which their son Hallows, dies
What shade shall they show
To the reborns of the land
Where Gugiye Lay and brought forth
The father of Frelimo
Hovers in spirit back home
They won’t leave the hallowed stems
They won’t leave the home of our ancestors alone
The hallowed Guardians of our lands
So we must speak
As we hug the home of the birds
And connect to nature
For its wrath cuts
Cuts us all from the source
Leave the trees alone.
Leave the guardians of our secrets alone
Their trunks are hallowed.
And nature gives back,
This, Wangari Maathai said
Loudly
By Waithera Wanjiru alias Nyarari Ya Mūmbi
5th November 2020
