We know something, you and I,

Yes, not him, not her, not them, you and I.

We feel it in our bones, like the rattling of an old soul come to life.

We feel it in our touch, like the sun kissing the soil, after the rains have blessed it.

It’s like an awakening,

Like thunder…loud but miles away,

Like lightning, a flash so bright that’s unheard, yet grand.

We know something, you and I,

We carry the weight of our father’s fathers and their fathers

We carry our mothers truth in our tongue.

You and I are the lucky ones Akinyi…we carry their abundance in our names.

We carry nations, oh daughter of the Lake.

We know something, you and I, of this weight.

The fear of never being enough, but seeking to be more than just a measurement of expectations.

So, you tell me, “Achieng’ build your crown, make it fit your head and wear it!”

We know something, you and I,

It’s what the unseen call love, but you and I know it’s like sunshine…everlasting, scorching, sweet, tender, bright, and most of all, dynamic.

You and I,

Yes, you and I, we know what we know and isn’t that worthy of a kingdom?