Not Yet Sir
At nineteen and eighteen
he said I couldn’t be seen
his reasons being:
too old, too sold, too mould for a being.
So the young and toddler, to that world of pleasure
and measure was his choice
-couldn’t choose an old frog for a voice
So like the devil in the Garden of Eden,
he appeared with a fruit to broaden,
And so in the name of the old
Kiswahili saying’udongo upatilize ungali maji’
He acted dying
On that soul so buying.
And the results so painful
Triplets on arms
Illness at hand
To such a young energetic ambitious being.
Written between 2000-2003
Just the young thoughts of the young mind
Copyright © Njeri Hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
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