AWAKENING THE GIANTS
AWAKENING THE GIANTS By Jeremy Leariwala Back in the days, decades before fibre optics, Mostly over the memorable school holidays, When highways longed for then touted tarmac, And a single transistor radio served a village, Broadcasters repeatedly announced ‘The Rally’. The Safari Rally-an annual event, was a MUST see. Announcers named household legendary speed-masters, And everyone knew of Carl Tundo, Njiru among others. Come the D-day, even the heaviest sleepers woke up early, To line up by the road, just to glimpse the road giants. They braved the cold, birds chirping the only other noise. As radioed, they’d spot their rising dust 20 Kms away, They’ll cheer, jostle for space and wait with abated breaths. And then, in a flash, ‘Vroooom!’ the cars were gone, Leaving spectators groping in the cloud of dust, Thrilled and grateful for an achieved annual goal. ...