Debt of Gratitude
Baba, I owe you
Great debt of gratitude
For instilling in me self-belief, civility and
humility
Being a true testament of astuteness and dedication
A never-drying spring of fortunes and optimism
An epitome of integrity, peacefulness and gentleness
I’ll thus ceaselessly sing you this praise song
That reciprocates kindheartedness
Days without end
baba—means father
Kariuki wa Nyamu, a Kenyan poet, radio playwright, editor
and educator, studied English, Literature and Education at Makerere University, Uganda. He
is published widely both in print and online. He recently co-authored a
Children’s poetry and short story anthology titled When Children Dare
to Dream and won the Babishai Niwe 2017 Haiku Award.
Dear Kariuki, I really love your poem, especially the Praise Song you still sing for your father, may he rest in peace.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing!
Best wishes
Inge
Dear Inge,
ReplyDeleteThanks for appreciating my praise song to Baba, my dear dad. Death only took him away from me physically, but spiritually he lives in me. I owe him a lot.
Blessings,
Kariuki wa Nyamu
Great dedication
ReplyDeleteThanks my dear high school buddy and classmate. Be blessed.
DeleteDear Kariuki Was Nyamu.
ReplyDeleteI love the dedication, great poem. Never forget to pass the great values and morals down to the next generation too.
Congratulations. Keep writing.
Sorry I meant "Wa" not was.
DeleteThanks my fellow poet, Kelvin Shachile for appreciating. And yes, I'm in the process of passing on the great values and morals down to the next generation...
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