What! ? Poem by Eric Mwenda

A hundred was the target.
Come hear knock head,
Let's plan,
Systematically…
Lets go…

One..two..three…
Finance trouble…
Four…five…
Career incompatibility…

Ten…eleven..
Perhaps out of the box,
There I need to think…

Where else if not by you…

Fifty…sixty…
I Carry an ideology…

Eighty…ninety…
Perhaps it should be my ideology,

I am the ideology…

Ninety eight…ninety nine…
Ooh, there aint nothing here, there is me!

Sorry!
It is not ninety-nine…
It's fifty.