The city lights of Nairobi brighten by the day as the souls of Hes and Shes darken by the shade,
Pubs and strip clubs now host people as many as homes used to during the almost ancient tradition of family get-togethers,
The only time that seems reasonable to meet with kinsmen – Funerals! As dust is cast into a deep pit of a soul soon to be forgotten the moment hustles hit Monday morning. [Work]
Forgotten dreams and life passions lead to industries full of zombies programmed to produce something in exchange of money. “Who cares about passion any more? Just work like a donkey and live like a king!” [They say]
And as dusk awakens, city lights take over the sun of day as sex, money and drugs rule the streets of the “City in the Sun.”
Wives forced to restrain passion for their husbands as they bury themselves with house chores and nursing their children,
As their husbands chase their secret fantasies to be with a pretty little thing the age of their own offspring,
Other females – broken and seeking revenge – prey on lonely men by the bar thirsting for affection,
They’re wrapped in hot chains of lust and seek temporary soothing in some soft skin, sweet nothings whispered into their vulnerable ears and inviting some entrapping lingerie.
Such a priced commodity sex has become that it has claimed space by the supermarket tills, right above some tasty saccharine,
This sex candy [condoms & sex toys] satisfy all kinds of wild sexual needs! [They suggest]
And so little Lucy asks her mother at the supermarket what sex means after picking a packet of condoms,
“It’s something you share with a man when it feels right,” says mother and the topic is never to be repeated not unless in school – leave all that work to the teachers! [Teachers left to unlock facts about sex?]
Little Lucy finally “understands” why her teacher back at school treated her differently. He even touched her differently and mummy never gave her a chance to explain what she was feeling inside.
“Perhaps he thinks I’m special!” [She thinks]
Mummy’s words kept echoing in her mind, “It’s something you share with a man when it feels right.”
And so she gives in to her senseless and inexplicable emotions and she lets him in,
But she bleeds to her heel as her green body wasn’t “woman” enough to handle the impact of an adult male on heat.
And as she rests in her hospital bed, numb and confused, mummy’s words slowly fade away as the late nurse exists her dark room into the bright corridors.
This is the painting of life within the Sin City:
Dark smoked clouds and a dusted dome with a little ecstasy. Twinkling shots from a gun and a naked moon that lights the path of every thug-infested street corner. Lonely streets carpeted with dirty money and a spell of golden liquor-ish showers in the night.
The city lights of Nairobi brighten by the day as the souls of Hes and Shes darken by the shade.
May the Good Lord save this city!