Jozi, An Afternoon Stroll Part I

The Joburg city sounds go crescendo As I slowly ascend, from beneath the subway tunnel. I am Inducted to the rush hash pace of pedestrians And the hooted frustrations of motorists on the crowed roads, This often happens, Itineraries synchronizing As everybody makes their back home. Once emerged, on to the foot traffic I go, I inherit the pace And find myself mindlessly whooshing on the road side pavement. As I penetrate deeper in route, the city odor gets rather unsavory And my focus is drawn to avoiding hawkers and hobos As I’ve learnt that conversation Invites tragedy, I abstain to keep my valuables and most probably my life. I take a right on Bree, opposing the traffic flow. Imminently I’m greeted by the amalgamated Jozi reverberations, Like a lullaby the city sings as it surrenders to the night And its occupants numb an¬d calmed to its cannabis effects As yet another day is promised to them, Another day the it sheds it’s gold to them, For a good day’s hustle.