Honia-Heal Afrika Initiative (HAI)

We are the Moringa tree.
When it’s cold we not only produce more leaves,
That conserves by trapping heat from escaping,
Embracing the environment with generous warmth.

But also we’re the multitalented seed,
We heal 300 diseases,
But oh humans,
Oh some of you humans!
Do you…
Do you still call yourselves human?

Seeing how have chased me,
From your diseased splits of lands,
Like a thief,
with your insatiable powered saws?
Just like you chase your siblings away,
So you can sell their land to investors,

Or how you carelessly,
mannerlessly pee on me in the bushes?
Are you still human,
or did you evolve,
to skin changing monsters
when you impatiently salivate
for the little remnants I’ve left,
Shamelessly counting the money you’ll get,
after murdering and burning them
in your
monstrous majani chai furnaces,
or
In your ravenous charcoal kilns?

What is this mockery,
That we can heal you for free,
But you skin-changing monster,
want to pay for the alien medicine.

You have become ruthless monsters,
Foolish greedy monsters
So ruthless that you feast on your own feet,
As you look for more money to eat,
More grabbed land to clear
and ‘develop’
We are sacrificing our own selves
so that your diseases disappear.
But you arrogant monster,
slap our faces with your
cancer-eaten hands,
But we’re not just trees.
We are also people.
We’re the healers.

©️Gĩtaũ wa Kũng’ũ