The following poem is a compilation of previous writings by various people about their experiences in Kenya.

The Sounds of Kenya

...The Muslim call to prayer as dawn breaks in Mombasa. Flowing through the alleys of the city and through ornate door frames that once were masterpieces, over peeling walls that once were brightly colored buildings

...Christians singing in the slums - so alive in their faith

...The rhythmic chant of exotic birds outside my window each morning singing to the backdrop roar of the distant waking lions.

... Blaring Rasta music that on a clear day seems to sing to your soul of the beauty of Africa, Africa...my heart belongs to Africa

...The beating wings of moths and other large insects that curtain the sky on a rainy night.

...The rise of a politicians voice as he gets more and more indignant at accusations, more certain of his righteousness - valid or not.

...the children - so small and tattered, bare feet covered with callouses and the red dust of the city - "Jambo! Buy me something to eat!" they insist. ......."hapana" is how you say no in a quiet voice over the lump you have to swallow each time in your throat. But you say it each time.

..."Habari?" How are you? one woman calls to you, but you swear she is singing it - it's so sweet and beautiful - all these sounds that fill my head - make me ache with their beauty, at the very realization of how precious it is to take them all in. I'm here for such a short time - but these sounds will fill my ears for a lifetime.  I wish you could hear them with me.  I am falling in love with this place.  It's so full of music...