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BLOOD AND WATER

When I was a child
I was told that blood is thicker than water
In short, I was to stick closer to blood
And be careful of the water
But the same people taught me
That water is life
That I am made of seventy five percent water
And without water I would die
As I grew older
I realize that blood cannot survive without water
Only in their unity
There is continuity of flow
So it explains the existence of my father and mother
Who bore me; their blood
But were definitely to each other water
I also realized that there was plenty of water before there was any blood
I do not question the wisdom taught me by men of old
But I add to the stock of knowledge they have piled
That the thickness of blood would be toxic without water
That water was before blood
That water makes 75% of the earth and can be found everywhere
Water can wash away blood till it is not seen
But blood cannot wash away water
And that the only hope for the human race
Is mixing freely blood and water
Till all blood is water and all water is blood
Till there is no black and no white
Till there is no Luo and no Kikuyu
Till Africana and Asia mean nothing but are just home of human race
Till we are just children under one God
For you are to me water
As I am to you water
And I am to me blood
As you are to you

But together we can hope

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