I once had a teacher in High School who read this piece with so much passion, you could have sworn his dad wrote it. Well Mr.Kiguta, I later learnt you aint the author, but the passion you had for poetry, left a mark in my young soul. Thanks Grass will grow If you should take my child Lord Give my hands strength to dig his grave cover him with earth Lord send a little rain For grass will grow If my house should burn down So that the ashes sting the nostrils Making the eyes weep Then Lord send a little rain For grass will grow But Lord do not send me Madness I ask for tears Do not send me moon hard madness To lodge snug in my skull I would you sent me hordes of horses Galloping Crushing Bu do not break The yolk of the moon on me. - by Jonathan Kariara (1935 – 1993)