Bride Breed, poem for Barack Obama by Khainga O’Okwemba

sextabletforwomen knee arthritis treatment. . Former American President Barack Obama is in the country. Obama is on a short visit in the country. He will proceed to South Africa where he is expected to deliver this year’s Nelson Mandela Lecture. Here is a poem i wrote on August 28, 2006, a few hours after then US Senator Barack Obama addressed Kenyans at the University of Nairobi during his visit to Africa. It is more than 10 years now since i wrote this poem! In 2008, the poem was discussed at a workshop at the Goethe-Institut–Nairobi. The poem was published in the Sunday Standard newspaper on 18 January 2009, two days before the inauguration of President Barack Obama on 20 January 2009 as the first African American USA President. It is one of those pieces of literature that anticipate something, prophetic perhaps! In symbolic terms, as in Negritude, the poem foretold the election of President Barack Obama, and thus the triumph of the Negro race in America. But Obama was not going to be a president for African Americans, or Africa. He was going to be the president of the United States of America! The poem is here published in its original form for the first time. 10 years and more after it was written. Barack Obama was elected the 44th President of the United States of America. Obama served for two terms before retiring in January 2017.

Khainga O’Okwemba is the presenter of the premier literature programme ‘The Books Cafe’ on KBC English Service Radio. When he is not in the KBC studios interviewing authors and literary scholars, Khainga lives the poet, essayist, and journalist! Read on!



By Khainga O’Okwemba

Ipi ingineyo

Isofikra Afirikaye

Nyota Nyeusiyo

Japohishma Angaziye


Look at our bride breed

Cast in a pilgrim’s pride

Dazzling in a tribunate toga

Eyes wide with a dramatis drum


Arrived at the central comitia

In the most of unlikely undertaking

Swift with a flambeau, fervor

To injure mourn mendacity


There is a beautiful sanguine song

Supreme and violent, like the wild wind

In our annals of history shaking tall trees

Impeding a malady of forward fear


Oh, such journeying to tender tease

To witness women, their dangling baby bubby

Joyful in the rainforest, fetching firewood

Though, they now learn what deed Delilah


What are our women famous for?

They swelled their new homes, households

With good dancers, songsters, sisterrings

They brought their in-laws maidens, mothers.