Written by Gitau wa Kung'u (honkungujulius@gmail.com).
Dear mother Martha,
Greetings, mother Martha! Now that you finally joined Azimio, your children want you to be the neck of Jakom in the next government.
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Your children wail: we are numerous but scattered far and wide; weakly d34r\ and sickly caught up between the castes battlefield in a mother's own field of vision!
Your enslaved chilrgç5⁴dren despise, hate and betray their other siblinffgs who shoulder-lift their masters to palace before their turn comes to be either chewed or swallowed whole! So lost are the lost that they sacrifice each other so that their time of either getting chewed or swallowed whole postpones!
Why is your voice so faint that the heavy breathing of the bulls suffocate it's energy? Come out and powerfully forth, straight and delay no more or your children loses the last piece of faith in you.
Start the suluhu time song and our voices united shall collapse their thick stonewall of eardrums. Blow the trumpet and we'll dance to the rhythm. Show the way and we shall march forward before the green-brown carpet fades into scanty black.
You are a heroine, a potential movement. Blow the trumpet loud and our mothers, wives, sisters, aunts and youths will gather in public squares to listen to your prudent voice. This is your best opportunity to prevail and make part of the next presidency.
Dear mother Martha, you should be appreciating the glitter of the galaxies of stars on your night-face as they boast of trampling the world. You are a legion against entities thirsting for the prestigious Azimio's running mate prize.
Traverse their locking horns and deliver the children safely and soundly home before the bulls scramble for your bite. Chelewa chelewa utampata mwana si wako. It's our time, your time! It's now or never. Your response is urgently and eagerly awaited.
Regards.
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