That Day I Went Looking For Employment

The alarm went off at 3 am 
I brushed my teeth 
Hugged my dog
Went to shower 
Hugged my dog 
We finally made it 
My dog 
I know you will get lonely
But They are going to get me a Job 

I get to a matatu at 5 am 
They charge me 1000 but it's fine 
I am going to get a job today 
And pay back my debt 
I am going to get a Job 
I can finally be happy 
I finally made it 
I can no longer get told 
They are going to give  me a job

I got to the big city with the sun 
I alighted at Koinange street 
It's famous for prostitutes 
Without a Job 
But not me 
Me I am going to get a Job
The position advertised 
Matched my education and ego
I know I am vain sometimes
But they are going to give me a job 

Right on time  9 am I was told
Walked up the stairs 
To the interview room on second floor 
It was arranged like a church 
A white man was speaking on Tv 
Some guys in a suit clicking the remote 
I am not going to get a job
I am not going to get a job 
They are trying to make me sell 
Sugar pills to people with diabetes 
Oh no I am not getting a job 

I sit for four hours 
I get to a matatu 
I do not know what I will tell my dog 
That I left her alone
And even  did not get a job 
They lied to me my dog 
They told me
That they will give me a job 
They wanted me to sell 
Shoes to  amputees, my dog 
So today we sleep hungry again
I did not get a job.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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