My tummy rumbles and grumbles,
The scorching sun cutting through my cracked skin,
The sound of wailing children cuts through my soul each day,
Another day, one more struggle to survive.
Why does this happen to us?
When will it ever end?
How can it be that we suffer to this extent?
Are our lives any different from any other?
My stomach cannot remember how it feels to be full,
My eyes do not understand how a full meal looks,
My nose cannot comprehend the sweet smell of fresh goat on the fire,
Just another day in northern Kenya, another fight to live.
And so I will do whatever it takes to survive an extra day,
Eat our dog and its puppies to give them a dignified death,
And save my grandchildren an extra day,
At least tonight we have some peace to rest;
But only for one more day.