Mwatate is a town in Taita-Taveta County, Kenya, in the southern side of the Taita Hills. It is the county capital as well as the headquarters of the Mwatate administrative division of Taita district. Mwatate held the headquarters of the whole district during the British colonial rule from 1900 to 1912, when the headquarters moved to Voi.Teita sisal estate, one of the largest sisal estates in world, is also located near the town of Mwatate.
Mwatate division has a total population of 56,365. The division has an urban population of 3,386, most of them are from Mwatate location but recent years have seen an influx of outside tribes. This is mostly because of people moving in to try several businesses in the town and also some are attracted by the lucrative business of buying and selling the precious stone called Tsavorite ( green Garnet), that is found around the area.
Mwatate has a railway station along the branch line from Voi to Tanzania. However, passenger service along the track has been suspended years ago.
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Don't waste your lips on words I've heard before
Kiss my tired head.
And each letter written wastes your hand, young man
Come and lead me to your bed
You gave me hope that I'd not lost her
And then thought it rather strange to see me smile-
as I don't do too much smiling these days.
She put on happiness like a loose dress
Over pain I'll never know
"So the peace you had," she said,
"I must confess, I'm glad to see it go."
We're two white roses lying frozen just outside his door
I've made you so happy and so sad,
But which should I be more sorry for?
Come kiss my face goodbye,
that space below my eye and above my cheek
Cause I'm faint and fading fast, I see a darkness
And I shall be released.
I'll pass like a fever from this body,
And softly slip into his hands
I tried to love you and I failed,
But I have another plan.
How long, My Lord, how long to sing this song?
And my Lord, how muchmore of this pretending to be strong?
When she stands before your throne
Dressed in beauty not her own
All soft and small, you'll hear her call