From: odhiambo okecth

I will wake up every morning and go to my garden.

I will clear the bush in readiness of the planting season.

I will plant in time for the rains.

I will weed my crops and God willing, some will bear fruits and some will not.

Some seedlings will fall on hard rock and will be eaten by the birds,

Some will fall on thorns and will dry up.

But some will fall on moist land and will bear fruit.

I will win some fights in life and loose a few as well.

But my farm I shall tend,

And my spirit will remain strong.

Anybody who wants to help me better join me in my farm.

For in me I see the new African spirit,

Where love is more professed in abject poverty,

As,

Your will is derailed as you watch.

I will wake up every morning and go to my garden,

For in me I see the new African spirit.

Oto