From Riches To Rags Poem by Kinyua Karanja

A true story I overheard
From one of local song band
Of an infamous ex foreman
A man of a corrupt reputation
Being in prestigious position
He used his powers wrongly
He earned a hefty salary
But went ahead to defraud
His juniors and seniors

He was very infamous for
Blackmail and distortion of
Financial statements
His subordinates bought lunch
Expert financed his super
Suppliers catered for his drink
And still he would sell materials
Behind construction owners’ back

He lived luxurious life
Eat money like were fried
His attires were Kaunda suits
Hanging trousers with suspenders
Shoes were safari boots or openers
He never dealt with coins
He would say he had no pockets
To keep money made of irons

World has no a permanent owner
He now perform juggling
Seated on floor at gate of the market
Playing a guitar, singing and begging
Coins from well wishers and fans

When going up a ladder
Or a stair case of life
Be friendly and humble
To these you leave down
You may miss steps and fall
And then roll down like a stone
They may hold you back
And prevent you from crashing