16/11/2025
I Will Tell My Grand Kids
(A poem for Raila Odinga)
I will tell my grand kids,
Of a man who walked among lions,
Yet tamed them with silence and stubborn hope.
A king; crowned not in gold,
But in the dust of rallies,
And in the tears of a people who believed.
I will tell them,
He carried dreams like stones in his sling,
Facing giants no one else dared name.
He built bridges where walls were raised,
And planted seeds on ground soaked in betrayal,
Still believing something would grow.
I will tell them,
That history bent its knee for him,
But never opened its gates.
He stood at the palace door
Not as a beggar, but as a witness
To what power can deny but never erase.
I will tell them,
That some thrones are too small
For the weight of certain souls.
That some kings reign not by sitting
But by standing,
By speaking,
By refusing to bow.
And when they ask,
“Did he ever rule?”
I will smile and say:
“Yes, my grand children, he ruled hearts,
He ruled time,
He ruled the story of a nation still learning
What freedom truly means.”🇰🇪🇰🇪🕯
Amolo iwewa
