2012-06-07, Issue 588
Are you that concrete jungle
Crumbling under the weight of
Maneuvering, manipulative matatus
Where passengers are shuka’d at whim
Are you where darkness whispers sweet lullabies
Or where lights play dirty tricks
Where money is mobile
And glass ceilings tower as high as KICC
Where freedom is plastered on bus stops
And injustice deeply rooted
Into territorial boundaries
Where few attest their tribe is indeed Kenyan
Where tusker runs like maji
Where unga is revolutionized
And revolutions are most definitely not televised
Where radios relentlessly relay well kept secrets
Where the rain commands the city
And payday drives traffic
Where the likes of Kibera & Sinai make way For the likes of Karen & Spring Valley
Are you the capital of thieves and robbers
Or a mega polis of IT geeks, business gurus and self made men
Where every pocket is packed with dreams
But not every dream packs pockets
Tell me, Nairobi, are you that place?
© Nebila Abdulmelik, February 2012
aliben86@yahoo.com
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