THE BEAUTY OF DIFFERENCE
Yea, those, all those have names, but
together they are called rainbow.
You see that tall mountain with snow
at the top, the one that touches the clouds, it has a name doesn’t it, and the
other too, but they are all just still mountains.
Why do we have to be different even
though we are the same, why do we have to be named differently and live
differently yet still have life as one thing.
Why does it have to be a jeans,
denim, cotton or silk, yet they are all clothes, yea, why can’t we be all
things in ourselves.
I may not be rich, but you have me,
maybe we are silk, we cannot be cotton, but even then when silk knows cotton as
cotton, and itself as silk, then in cotton silk has cotton and in silk cotton
has silk. We are all one, let us rejoice in the joys of others, and sympathize
with them in their sorrows, but never despise our role in the rainbow, without
difference and unity, there would be no beauty.
So, and only so can our hearts be
beautiful, and so can we be special by being purely and richly contended, only
then can our beauty be more valuable than gain, only then can both the rich and
the poor be happy and dwell in harmony
So dear, I need only to be me, a
better me each day, for both me and you
We don’t have to be them, for in them
we already have them, we cannot compare the beauty of red and green, for we
both make a big rainbow
Am Luhya, but in you I am Luo,
In Kariuki Nzuli has a Kikuyu
Even though we are different, we are
the same, for I could have been born a Kisii
A Kamba or even Kikuyu, that indeed
would have still made me,
So eve though we are different, we
are of the same rainbow
So dear, don’t struggle to sideline
me, for it is in the least very stupid
For in me you could have the best
Luhyia you would ever had
So beautify the red as much as the
green, or the yellow as much as the violet
