Searching for me

I am searching for me

Among these broken clay things

And these dusty broken gourds

I strum the adeudeu

To see

If it will remind me my voice

 In these open grazing fields

And cassava farms

I try to retrace my routes

But where are my footsteps?

I stumble on a shrine

I kneel

And pray

Eyes open

Hands stretched out

“Edeke, who am I?”

Karani Kelvin (Facebook or Twitter). - sirkarani@gmail.com. I also blog at Business Tips Kenya. Share your thoughts, comments, compliments and criticisms below.