CRIMELIFE

Lala chini!Lala chini!
The thief's voice sinks
A gun placed on my head
Making it uncomfortable to think
On the safes,the gang heads
Amid hostages fears and shrills
They take their share and leave
Tonight they have got a meal

The watchman is served a departing hit
As they bravely encounter the police
Gunshots are heard at a distance
Someone is killed at an instance
It took years to perfect in this
But seconds to give the world a bye kiss
Why trade life for worldly things?
When will we stop living like this?
When will we hear not the word thieves?
And live at ease?

NEW YEAR

The clock ticks
Each heart pounding
Expectant hearts,brains
A silence dawns
These gifted beings meditate
Examining their resolutions
Suddenly,jubilation takes over
A celebration of a new year

THE GHETTO

These dirty roads,poor sanitation
Leaking sewers,water rationing
Our mabati;wood-made 'mansions'
Yet I am still proud of the ghetto

The crime in our streets
Daily,drugs claiming lives
Hungry beggars,wasted talents
Yet I am still proud of the ghetto

As I compose my poems
Raindrops pours on my head
Oh!my roof is leaking
I run outside for fifty shillings
Offered by the 'vulture' politician
For my bowels to feed on something
Yet I am still proud of the ghetto

I walk through the streets
I see the expectant light
On the students eyes
The will in the hawkers
The wisdom in old voices
The vigour,valour of our youth,women
And this is my pride
One of belonging to a GHETTO.