Portraits Poem by Mbusya Wa Mbusya

A walk downtown Nairobi
And all these faces
Staring, assuming, smiling,
Sad, happy, delusional…
Meaning nothing in hustles
One wonders where they end up to
Mathare, Umoja, Kawangware, Rongai
Madaraka, Makadara, Kasarani…
Yet they are real people,
One in some many
Living, hoping
Expecting, wishing, praying
And at the sunset,
When they end up in bowel of the night,
The streets fall free of stress
And the ghost of all
the portraits hanging on chance