My neighbourhood: Won\’t Remember to Forget…

Dust rise diffusing into God\’s gift of life that we breath. In my neighbourhood, we toil everyday to and fro on a two way rough road. If not on a rough road of trouble in a corrupt neighbourhood we are toiling on a rough marram road eating and breathing a cloud of dust.

Flies and rats are family following mountains of garbage denying us the pleasure of a siesta on grass that once was. When rain falls we practice long jump like The Olympics is where we are headed. At night mosquitos sing us lullaby to ensure we are awake.

Cracks on our palms and foot is natural make up. Our clothes are ever covered with patches but ragged in another neighbourhood is fashion like they are tired of the power to afford fancy clothes. We go for miles in such of water, we come back bending like a seven carrying water cans . In onother neighbourhood, their backs float relaxing on blue waters.

Even though the world is the best in the whole word, how many worlds do we have in the whole world. We are not alone but we are lonely. We watch the candle of peace go off but the candle of hope doesn\’t fade off. Blinking our eyes has become enough sleep for us. We no longer breath, we sigh. In onother neighbourhood the speech of the ones in power is a song whose lylics change everyday as long as it suits them.

Tears  have become so sweet to bare  bitterness. Our back bones are broken by their greed for money and power. Our tears are drained up so we just smile from the conners of our eyes. We listen to the sweet lies, laugh at the bitter truth, smile at the click of our failures. All in all we cannot remember to forget that we need our societal problems solved. 

By Wambui Kirung\’e