Leaving town

[Daniel-book]

Sweet daughter of South Nyanza,
With fine legs and smooth face,
With white teeth and soft hair,
Let's leave this place where the neighbor’s house is mounted on top of ours
Strange noises from their bedroom sip through the window to wake up our children in the middle of the night,
Oh daughter of Nyakach,
The love of my life,
My God-sent wife,
Let's leave this place and go to the village!

My love, Let’s leave this place where women cover only their tits and pubic hair,
And leave every other things bare for men to feast on,
Men who want to see everything!
My love, let’s go to South Nyanza!

'Nyathi Nyakach' you are a rare breed,
Even after giving birth to two children your breasts are still firm and steady,
Your belly is still flat like that of a virgin,
Let's leave this place where sounds of gun shots interrupt us in the middle of love making,
This place where bullets are strewed everywhere and buildings are brought down by grenades,
My love this place is not safe,
Let's go and enjoy the cool breeze by the shores of Lake Victoria!

Lovely daughter of Nyabondo,
Your beauty is praised as far as Kendu Bay,
Don't you want the best for our children?
Let's leave this place where playing fields are fenced by private developers,
Our children risk their lives playing on the balcony,
This place where feaces are more than toilets,
Making sewage pipes to burst and overflow!

Pretty daughter of Sondu,
Let's go eat fish in Rusinga,
Let's go swim in river Miriu,
Let's leave this place where we sit in the traffic for four hours breathing polluted air,
This place where men dye their hair and sniff glucose,
Let's leave this place where young girls swallow pills and bleach their skin!

Mother of my children,
Let's leave this place where electricity and water is rationed,
Where gangsters strike in broad daylight,
This place where thieves snatch handbags and phones in full glare of potbellied city askaris,
In this place, honesty and modesty are virtues of the past generation of our forefathers!

My lover,
My best friend,
This place is full of piracy,
These people don't know the value of true authentic art,
Let's leave this place where young adults, with yellow pants'' steal beats from internet and sing about alcohol and how they have more money than the bank,
Let's go drink pure mild busaa and enjoy live orchestra music by Ohangla boys band,
We will eat potatoes and drink indigenous chicken soup,
Not thick white flesh of city chicken injected with growth hormones,
In the village, we will not get cancer,
We will feed on herbs and arrow roots and our libido will be at its peak!

[DATo]

I like your poem very much.

Can you tell me the place that this poem refers to?

[Daniel-book]

A village called Nyakach situated along the banks of Lake Victotia,Kisumu County,Kenya.I am glad you love it.Thank you.