The Den Poem by Kay Aguko

Acrid, pungent smell wafts through the air
Moaning, wailing the sweet melodies of the hour
Boom! Boom! The sounding of the evening music
Here we are to experience you go down our dry throats
Burning sensation cascading down to create ravaging rage in the stomach
Walls of our strong stomach giving in to burning at thy entrance
What a nauseating, sickening feeling!
Friends, foes enjoying thy pleasure
Moja Kwa bill yangu
At the end poverty stricken me
Heading home, walking in no certain manner like a headless chicken
My house empty, no embrace
Alone after giving away my shilling for thy sake
Empty stomach, empty life, I lay down on cold ice cement

No one to embrace me
No one to give me something for the stomach
You have me under the bus
My true love is gone.
Your seasonal love has led me to a home
Silent, eeringly silent like Langata cemetery
Kay Achieng Aguko