I am a lion nolonger a cub.
by Benson Muthoka
A bushy mane, huge paws, thundering roar.
I'll mark my territory from this tree, to that hill, and that rock to the brook down there.
I'll have one lioness in my pride the queen.
Drink from her brook.
Hers only and no other.
I won't let her go hunting while I sleep.
She will feed from my paw.
I'll provide for her, for my cubs.
The mane of my cubs will decorate no kings regalia.
In my territory will no other lion be allowed.
I'll change the way of the jungle for I am now a lion.