Jomo kenyatta

Jomo Kenyatta stood tall

A leader with a mighty call

Born in Kenya in eighteen ninety-four

He fought for his people and so much more

As a young boy, he herded goats

Yet his spirit yearned for greater notes

So he went to school and learned

And his love for knowledge forever burned

He was a teacher and writer too

But his calling was for something new

He sought to free his land

With courage and a steadfast hand

In nineteen twenty-eight

He left for England, with a determined gait

To fight for his people's cause

To take back what was rightfully theirs

He studied in London for many years

And his heart was filled with pride and tears

For his homeland's plight

And the struggles they had to fight

He joined the Kikuyu Central Association

And became a powerful voice for his nation

He fought for land and political rights

For Kenyans to live without fright

In nineteen forty-seven

He was arrested, unjustly taken

But he continued to fight

For freedom, day and night

He spent years behind bars

But his spirit remained unmarred

And in nineteen sixty-three

Kenya gained its independence, free

Jomo Kenyatta became its first president

Leading with firmness and gentleness, never hesitant

He built a nation from the ground up

And his people drank from a victory cup

Jomo Kenyatta's legacy lives on

His name etched in the annals of time, forever drawn

A symbol of hope and freedom

In the hearts of his people, forever bound.