Subukia Valley

Lying beneath the depth of the Great Rift,

It’s a breadth taking view of the scenic creation of the universe,

Given to us by the Maker of the universe.

It’s a land of plenty,

Inhabited by the most humble people of the universe,

Like the inhabitants,

The beauty sprawls from the hills of Mihango to the slopes of Glory land, From the gorges of Ejuhudi to the Savannahs of Kagoci,

From the rainy hills of Tetu to the grasslands of Simboyoni.

Every year the land gives of its best harvest,

To feed the hundreds of the valley’s inhabitants.

For decades the land has given birth to many great sons and daughters,

Many more continue to be born.

The generosity of its sons and daughters has no limit,

They strive to bring up a wise generation,

This generation has drank from the springs scattered in the valley,

Spreading from Chania to Molo,

From Tetu to Lolemeta,

From Mwireri to Our Lady,

From Subukia to Wei.

The offspring’s of the valley continues to be the father’s pride,

The mother’s strength,

Married or single,

Living in mud walled huts or brick houses,

Grass thatched or iron roofed,

Small families or large families,

Those who sell in the market,

Or the many shops and kiosks dotting the valley.

This is a valley like no other,

Pregnant with promise and potential.

Who will midwife this promise?

Who will midwife this potential to avoid stillbirth?

Those before us have done their best,

They have given rise to the current generation,

Full of energy and vigor to change the world.

For the few who have been a disgrace to the valley,

Have given us the worst reputation,

Feeding on other human beings is not our part time hobby,

Consuming liquor in the middle of the day,

Wasting away our lungs and health is not our passion,

Engaging in illegal sex has never been part of our school syllabus,

This has contributed to the statistical Aids death,

Desolate families without a provider.

Let us groom our dreams,

Let us protect our future.

For the Valley is all left for us to enjoy.