Take me back 2

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Continued from   Take me back              Just like that, my brain replays that crazy and wild night, back then before love ilinionesha shege kweli  kweli, nilikuwa na my then gal (Some how I'd forgotten all about her) , my Boyz and their women at a a certain club along Kiambu road, sikumbuki ni gani.  A couple of guys clearly drunk had bumped into my gal and her group while she was coming from the washrooms accompanied by her group (my Boyz women's). ( To this very day, I have never grasped why women go to the washrooms in groups),  After being told to watch where they are going by my gal, this guys, instead of apologizing, they became arrogant. They started raining vulgar insults on my gal and her group (my Boyz women's).  Mimi niko somewhere just sipping my drinks while observing the fruckus. I locked eyes with my gal at some point during my observation, saw all the balancing tears that were threatening to spill from her ey...

What do they do?

 What do they do

Those working 8 am to 8 pm

Monday to Sunday

What do they do 

With their free time

They drink 



They smoke 

They indulge in quick fun

Coz they know 

It's only a few hours to work

Having to wash, buy, visit, rest, talk to, 

tend to this and that

in a span of a few hours

No time for dates and flirting games

Quick sex

No time to boil meat

Quick snack

They have a lot to say

but settle on small chitchat

Once believers of dreams

Now they are just but slaves of time

Have barely two choices in life

One is hard to choose

The other

already chosen for them 

Headaches over deadlines

Misfits

Taking a cold shower

trying on different suits 

Doesn't make you fresh

Only way to forget is to get drunk 

Or 

lay with someone who won't ask questions

This is life for many of us

It's how we thrive

As long it puts food

On other people's tables

and 

you look hardworking infront of their eyes

you are good

Time waits for no man

Norman's clock has no use to him

Everyday is the same for him

He's that fat rat on a treadmill

Feeding on the same shit of crumbs 

over and over and over again

The worst feeling,

is not knowing that you'll die someday

It's knowing that

You will die 

having lived the most boring of lives

there was nothing you could do

to change that


By Kinaya.

#ThePhenomWillRise.











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