I am no Romeo, I suffer no illusions about my upbringing, there was no rodeo, down the Kerio valley, in case you are thinking you are Juliet, I'll be out there, looking for Chebet
Our forefathers saw no need of romance,
it hasn't been our tradition,
and if you think, perchance,
I'll join the red bandwagon,
let me make this clear,
I'll be out here, sipping traditional beer
find a way to bear with me
I am under no obligation,
neither are you, as you will see,
to join the hopeless bandwagon,
of those desperate to show love
I am a typical Kale, as you've read above
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