The streets are not safe,
The people supposed to protect us are the goons,
The Leaders we elected only care about themselves,
All the promises they made to us vanished the day they won the ballot,
But who are you to judge them!
“You are not God,” the Priest said,
The motto changed decades ago, “For God and my stomach,”
Where did we go wrong ?
Malnourished my shoe soles, loose nickers, ragged drained trousers, dry hair, cracked lips, rumbling stomach, chopped ugly nails, wringled faces, rough dry legs from the dust on the streets,
Unemployment has become apart of us,
Create jobs for yourselves, they say,
Unanswered job emails,
“Send your job application, employers indicate on them job vacanices,
One awaits even for a “Sorry you are not the candidate we want” but nothing,
Only to use them to wrap snacks,
Wasted mobile data,
Wasted printery money,
The fancy streets at night are flooded with different rainbows,
All they need is shillings!
But when will this end?
…to be continued