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Only In Kenya

The wages of sin is death, they say But in Kenya, the wages of sin is power without say The more you sin, the more powerful you become And we learn nothing, while they earn everything Like it only happens, here in Kenya. We have a shorter way, to be something from nothing Maybe through innovation, Maybe through education, Maybe through conservation, Maybe just invention Of great ideas like m-pesa, Or create pyramid schemes, lucrative and curative enough they appear And laugh to the bank then disappear, Like it only happens, here in Kenya. Why should we spent hours thinking, if you can think for us And thinking creatively, creates here in Kenya, Like create a need and, make it a crisis worse than the Isis Like quail eggs, and the perceived benefits Or sugar and maize crises, Open the boarders to import more, Enough to kill Mumias and Uasin Gishu, As we laugh to the banks, as levels of mercury rise in our bodies Create a commission of inquiry, To inquire about another defunct, commission of inquiry The spiral continues, Life continues, Like it only happens, here in Kenya.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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