A poem by Lydiah Areri on behalf of the kdf soldiers; those that we lost; those that are still fighting; those that are part of the rescue team in Somalia.
I am not here because I care not
If anything, I care more than all of you about you all
I am not on the front line in this battle field ’cause am too old to be sent six feet under,
For your information, I just turned 26 last month
I am not an alien because am a coward!
As you read this, you must already be convinced that I am as brave as King David,
I am not here because I am ugly!
No! No! No!
Girls from my estate called Ma’ their future mother-in-law since I was two!
You know that I mean…
Just for you to know!
Do I still have your ears?
I have a young wife
Barely a year since we got married
My unborn son would want to know how it feels to be on dad’s shoulders when am on leave,
My own mother would want to frame both my portrait and that of my son in one slide by her bedside
I promised to make my dad proud of me one day!
I didn’t choose this lane because I was number one from the last in my class,
No! No! No!
You must be Catherine Ndereba to run this race safely!
I love you!
I love my land Kenya!
The pride of Africa Ma’
In a foreign land
A devoted peacekeeper dying
That is what I am.
I chose to be here so that,
Even when I am long gone
My son, his sons and my neighbor’s sons,
Shall all be proud of me!
Name a theatre hall after my name or better still some streets at home by my name!
Isn’t this a delicate mission?
Some of the eggs might be forcefully broken before 21 days,
Carrying a peace medal on their chests
Might be our identity
Our bleeding hearts shall stand at the top of Mt.Kenya,
Drawing Peace,Love and Unity with our boiling tears on our pale cheeks!
In love and for the love
Of our land!
And her child
Your’s in Love