OUR FATTENED BULL
A hurriedly arranged session had been called
Two houses merged to one
A country was pregnant with expectation
Not knowing what the president was going to say
For there was a big announcement to be made
A hurriedly arranged session had been called
Two houses merged to one
A country was pregnant with expectation
Not knowing what the president was going to say
For there was a big announcement to be made
A few pleasantries were exchanged
Then everything went quite
As the president entered the chambers
Somewhere in a hotel room the Cordeshians huddled together
Catching up, as they do in keeping up with the Kardashians
They were expecting the president to defy the summons
Then everything went quite
As the president entered the chambers
Somewhere in a hotel room the Cordeshians huddled together
Catching up, as they do in keeping up with the Kardashians
They were expecting the president to defy the summons
And then president let out the cat
He will be attending the status conference
And more importantly, his deputy will be the acting president
A heart skipped a beat
In the cordeshians hotel room someone could not hold their part
And let out a silent but salient fart
It must have been tinga tinga tanga tanga as they called him
At least they had a wiper
To wipe, and swipe their drenching wet sweat
Undulations rent the air
From Cherangany hills to Chebalungu plains
Our bull from Kamagut had announced its arrival on the stage
A set stage, a page in the history of a nation
He will be attending the status conference
And more importantly, his deputy will be the acting president
A heart skipped a beat
In the cordeshians hotel room someone could not hold their part
And let out a silent but salient fart
It must have been tinga tinga tanga tanga as they called him
At least they had a wiper
To wipe, and swipe their drenching wet sweat
Undulations rent the air
From Cherangany hills to Chebalungu plains
Our bull from Kamagut had announced its arrival on the stage
A set stage, a page in the history of a nation
Significance, or there lack of it
Hogwash; that is a bore
From a loser who is sore
Our bull had announced its intention to gore
Our bull’s intentions were clear
And there is nothing to fear
The full trappings of power were hurriedly transferred
Our bull was not limbo, he rode the official limo
Hogwash; that is a bore
From a loser who is sore
Our bull had announced its intention to gore
Our bull’s intentions were clear
And there is nothing to fear
The full trappings of power were hurriedly transferred
Our bull was not limbo, he rode the official limo
Shhhs…enough
Let the celebrations stop
Albeit for the moment
Let the brouhaha cool down
From the women at the market in Chepterit
To Kibet, harvesting maize in Kibomet
From Cherono listening to her transistor radio
While plucking tea in Kapsuser
Let the celebrations stop
Not until we get to the top
From Chepchieng drinking Kipketinik
At the foot of the Tugen hills
Kiptesot with his rusted can of busaa at Rebecca’s in Silibwet
To arap Chepkwony and company
Meeting later on today to wash down and celebrate at Kapande, Lang’ata
Hold your horses; the time is yet to come
Thank you, thank you…kongoi missing
Let the celebrations stop
Albeit for the moment
Let the brouhaha cool down
From the women at the market in Chepterit
To Kibet, harvesting maize in Kibomet
From Cherono listening to her transistor radio
While plucking tea in Kapsuser
Let the celebrations stop
Not until we get to the top
From Chepchieng drinking Kipketinik
At the foot of the Tugen hills
Kiptesot with his rusted can of busaa at Rebecca’s in Silibwet
To arap Chepkwony and company
Meeting later on today to wash down and celebrate at Kapande, Lang’ata
Hold your horses; the time is yet to come
Thank you, thank you…kongoi missing
The house of myot
Tos malat kot?
Kim kole kim…Kim
Iman kole iman…Iman
King kole king….king
Tos malat kot?
Kim kole kim…Kim
Iman kole iman…Iman
King kole king….king
Let us fatten our bull to be the best
Let us lead our bull to rest
In de cool blue waters, in de Chebarbar
Our bull will drink the clean clear waters from Cheploch gorge
It will feed on the lush green grass
Growing in the banks of the Chemosi river
Then we shall take our bull
To the salt licks Ol’lessos
For fattening, till the season is ripe
During the cold season, our bull will head to Soin
Down by Marich pass, where the Kimondi and Meswo join
The heifers of Kaptembwa will stop producing milk for KCC
To massage our wounded bull from the battle at ICC
Kusema na kutender, its meat will be so tender
Let us lead our bull to rest
In de cool blue waters, in de Chebarbar
Our bull will drink the clean clear waters from Cheploch gorge
It will feed on the lush green grass
Growing in the banks of the Chemosi river
Then we shall take our bull
To the salt licks Ol’lessos
For fattening, till the season is ripe
During the cold season, our bull will head to Soin
Down by Marich pass, where the Kimondi and Meswo join
The heifers of Kaptembwa will stop producing milk for KCC
To massage our wounded bull from the battle at ICC
Kusema na kutender, its meat will be so tender
In the month of Iwat gut
When lightning lights up the night sky in Tinderet
The cue that the house of myot has always relied upon for generations
From Chumek, Sawe, Nyongi , Kaplelach to the restless Kipnyigei
The time to plant, or at the time to circumcise
And we shall let out our bull
We shall take it to the peaks of Mt. Elgon
Where it shall announce its arrival
To its existing and to be yet to be made rival
Its bellow from below its yellow belly
Will send all the bulls scampering for safety
The bull from Khayega will tremble
From fear and wet itself
Allegiance will shift, alliance will be made
Our bull will devour all the sugarcane
From Mumias, to Awendo up to Kwale in the coast
But do i say, for we do not boast
In a shutter, our bull will shatter and scatter their bull's skull
For there will be no stopping our fattened bull
When it’s time comes
When lightning lights up the night sky in Tinderet
The cue that the house of myot has always relied upon for generations
From Chumek, Sawe, Nyongi , Kaplelach to the restless Kipnyigei
The time to plant, or at the time to circumcise
And we shall let out our bull
We shall take it to the peaks of Mt. Elgon
Where it shall announce its arrival
To its existing and to be yet to be made rival
Its bellow from below its yellow belly
Will send all the bulls scampering for safety
The bull from Khayega will tremble
From fear and wet itself
Allegiance will shift, alliance will be made
Our bull will devour all the sugarcane
From Mumias, to Awendo up to Kwale in the coast
But do i say, for we do not boast
In a shutter, our bull will shatter and scatter their bull's skull
For there will be no stopping our fattened bull
When it’s time comes
