I love this very hue,
It reminds me of things that are due,
Some citric, others vitamins for you,
The morning sun to ignite my day,
A good time for farmers to gather hay,
And for kids to begin their play,
Yellow the spirit of my people from the East.
It’s the colour of the common mwananchi,
Because her car will be labelled on it,
The public van must bear it’s mark,
Mwananchi’s road are no exception,
Her county is defined by the yellow perception,
And the “utumishi” stations bear it in their combination.
Sometimes it takes the farmers by surprise,
When it brings news hard to embrace,
News of a harvest lost in a race,
To persue a just income,
And provide for desperate family.
It’s a colour with different shades,
But remains my favourite in the wheel.