07/11/2025
From the Hills of Nandi,
I was born where the winds sing softly,
Among the rolling hills of Nandi land,
Where the sun rises over green valleys,
And blessings fall like morning dew.
Ainapngetuny village, my mother’s cradle,
You held me in your gentle hands,
You taught my feet to dance on red soil,
You taught my heart the song of home.
The elders spoke by the fireside,
Their words like drums in my soul,
“Remember, child, the land that raised you,
For roots forgotten are dreams undone.”
I drank from the streams of wisdom,
Ate from the harvest of love and toil,
And each season whispered softly,
“You are Nandi, be proud, be strong.”
Today I stand, another year older,
The hills still watching, the winds still kind,
I lift my voice in thanks and praise,
For life, for home, for the journey divine.
Nandihills, my song is yours,
My story flows from your heart to mine,
May your fields forever flourish,
And your children rise like the morning suyn.
I celebrate the small winnings, aiming big this coming year. Happy birthday to me 🎉
