Njenga

In Kenya's land, where stories unfold, There lived a boy with a heart of gold, Njenga was his name, so full of cheer, Born during harvest, a time so dear. He loved the fields, where maize would grow, With sun-kissed cheeks and a radiant glow, Njenga would help, from dawn till dusk, Crushing the maize, a feast to discuss. Njenga's feast, a dish so grand, Made from the maize, crushed by his hand, An alternative to rice, so fine, During ceremonies, it would surely shine. A politician and businessman, he became, Njenga Karume, with a lasting fame, Daniel Njenga, a marathon runner so fleet, Two-time Tokyo champion, a victory sweet. Gitau wa Njenga, a photojournalist bold, Capturing stories, both new and old, John Njenga, an archbishop wise, And Mututho, a politician who'd rise. So remember Njenga, a name so true, A symbol of hard work and dreams pursued, In Kenya's history, his legacy will last, A name that echoes, from the harvest's past. Random page: Bnei Eilat