Of course you know you are pretending, trying to wrongfoot
The guessers, but its smack
Stuck on your face.
We like each
Like drinking beer in Westland’s sin street and waist
Gyrating on Kenya Power’s poles full of Jinja electricity…we like
Like parading tingling thighs outside Speke’s.
We thrill each like driving on the wrong lane of Uhuru Highway
At 3:34 a.m. zooming past cops reading today’s tomorrow’s Red Pepper.
Let’s calouse hands like Presidents at a meadow and hop to love
Munch Wandegeya’s carefree pork,
And fly like a million migrating marabous poo pooing on
Independence Day guard of honor.


We are in love carefree, and love it like going to work
To pick the pay for no work done,
Inboxing smileys.
Unveil this hidden gonja, of course, it stirs wet fluids with it:
Your Mijingo or our Migingo, pfff! who cares
They’re all wet with g-nut sauce!
Let’s fall in love openly and sing Karaoke like Idi Amin playing an accordion finally
In Naivasha. Toast,
We are in love, lets care less and consummate
Splash scandalous fluids on a sina tabu in Dar-Es-Salaam and
Love each endless in giggles and tickles.



One response to this post.

  1. Posted by Mchujo on September 5, 2013 at 04:59

    I love this, very contemporary and captures the kenyan ironies. It is a great piece.


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