Take time my friend and walk around
See the desperation of the people,
Witness their stories and understand their plight
And you will know they have gone a little bit too far.
I heard a man boasting of having children
Countless children whom he'd named after all his great ancestors
And started naming them after calamities
Soon, he said he has honored the government
By naming his last child Benevolent Government
He was just asking the government help him feed his children
By the way I met another beggar
No one could tell the difference between man and garbage
He seemed to do well looking like a walking dump site
He had sold all his lands and went after women
Now he is asking the government
To donate to him alternative land and settle him urgently
So that he can vote in the next general election
One day when I was walking in the hospital
I came upon a man who was frail and sick
And I inquired into the source of his misfortune borrowing
He had found his wife with another man in bed
And in protest he chopped off his thing
Now he is also asking the government
To rehabilitate his thing so that he can function again.
At the Muthurwa and Machakos country bus
I met young strong energetic men loafing about
They had dropped from school as early as in Std 3
They said they were tired of the hard manual laborer's lives they hard
They needed decent jobs as teachers and bank clerks
They were now asking the government to help them
Secure such good jobs in Dubai, the land of Manna
I met some street urchins at Uhuru Park
They were in cohorts with pick pockets and muggers plus robbers
They wanted to form a SACCO and save
So they were asking the government to recognize them
And offer them security so that they excel
Because they can pay larger taxes than others
If only given a chance to professionalize their work.
And went to the North of the country
I saw the ravishes of the famine and the hunger of the people
For once even if they were making a request
Asking the government to bring rain to their land
This was the first genuine impossible request
But then can't the goverment dig bore holes,
Where underground water is said to be plents?
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