Behind The Counter Poem by Reginald Ruwende

Behind the counter,
Doer chilling doing just fine
He who to this climate hast acclimatised
On this trend treading hence his trade
Delving into his set of apparatus,
Mr fix-it plays cog to a touted transformation
Protagonist in script of a feasible turnaround
Of course unshaken by many a twist and twirl
Across the counter he casts a contrasting representation
In sashes stained by a wave of change,
On whose crest Simba and hustlers alike opted to ride
He who on whose laurels hast opted to lie
Irate graduate rebuking the inured to noble ideologies
Stereotypical of a typical spoilt citizenry
Dying to die exploited for measly salaries
Delving deep into abyss of flimsy pretexts
Alleged he-goat ritual of yesteryear emerges a major scapegoat
But perhaps such theories allegedly undoing his erudition
Carve a protuberant portal of celestial lore
Abashed albeit prodded to awaken to reality
Sheepishly he shies out of Gulf Complex F21
Does one have to die looking for a job?
Behind the counter,
The faces behind the drive towards sustainable economic empowerment
To whom rising challenges presented opportunities hence their rise
Bravo Simbarashe Gatsi and likeminded hustlers!
Big up big Sean!
Thumbs up mudhara Codza!
Long live mupfanha Hope!
Big up ma rasta!
Yes ayaaah!