In lands once feared by buyers to tread,
Where fraud and doubt had long been spread,
Rose a man with vision pure and wide,
Kenneth Wamburu, our trusted guide.

He saw a dream where many saw fear,
To build with truth and bring hope near,
With Imara Lands, he carved the way,
So even the humble could own one day.

Through valleys green and towns afar,
From Malindi coast to Nanyuki star,
He gave the people land and grace,
A rightful title, a rightful place.

No hidden fees, no empty lies,
With every deal, a dream would rise,
He taught us all to trust once more,
To knock with faith on land’s old door.

His work goes far beyond the land,
With kindness stretched through open hand,
He lifts the poor, he builds with care,
A servant-leader always there.

In April’s breeze, across the seas,
To Europe’s heart with boundless ease,
Germany, Belgium, Netherlands, Spain—
He bore our dreams through wind and rain.
He gave the diaspora their proof,
Of homes back home, the solid truth.

God’s favor rests upon his name,
A humble heart not seeking fame,
But glory flows through deeds so true,
A shining light in all he’ll do.

May blessings fall like gentle rain,
And fill his cup again, again,
May peace and health in him abide,
With God forever by his side.

We honor you, Wamburu bold,
With hands so clean, with heart of gold,
Keep walking tall, your light still burns—
For through your work, our nation learns