Friday Night Poem by Mogare Nyamoko

And Friday night cometh
When we would sit at the table
With the strangers who claims they bore us.

They claim their work is too good,
Taking care of it is all they want.
Waking up early and returning to that house
they call home past midnight.
Special meetings they claim on Friday nights.

As they prepare to leave early the next day,
Business trip they claim
Or work related errands
And the maid is our mother,
And the maid is our father
But Friday nights
We must wait for them
Even if its till Saturday morning,
Our parents they say they are,
Busy making money.