Solomon Ochwo-Oburu Poet Didactic

Mobile Money, No Cry

Mobile Money, no cry	

I am Mobile Money
I have no home, no nest
Clean or dirty work I do
Sometimes evil ones too
Angels and demons I meet 
As I roam in the streets
All day, all night
Sleeping awake


I travel non-stop
In wake or sleep
Flying as I work
In rain or shine
Through the sky
Sweating all day
Gliding in clouds
Gliding, gliding 

Masters exploit me
Squeezing me in sweaty hands 
No body- guard with me
But I paratroop unseen 
Like a night dancer in homes
Taking myself in darkness.
When I complain they tell me,
Mobile money, no cry

I make bosses happy
They sing, “Hosanna in the highest”,
When they see me humble and meek
Through glass windows.
They jump with joy as I arrive
I watch them in amorous moods
But they use me to pay for bills 
Of dirty games, done in caves
As I wait to see all

Sometimes my lovers
Waylay and kidnap me
They harass and defile me
Then hide me in dark holes
In smelly pockets they put me
Where I cannot breathe
Then hijack me as concubine
But they tell me
Mobile money, no cry

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