Facies Of Paucity
Crocodile tears of murdered kinsfolk,
or that the daughter had a ‘forced’ abortion
and tribal cries of the turmoil of Tigithe brook.
Falsified documents amass the will and
annals of the renowned brainers,
Certificates of competence being a showy
band-wagon of petty penitence
Friends, I have sat on the abundant unruly pavements
and have witnessed how endless caravans of touts
entice customers to the buns, bedsheets, cashewnuts,
sausages, and karanga mbichi.
The likes of Satan promoting His multicolored cornucopia
Slippers worn out on the sides
Cracked heels to spread the word
Offices busy with laughter but waiting miserable customers
Office space consumed with bags of perfumery, ‘exotic’ calico garments
But “Commercial Promotions not Allowed” on the donated door.
Poverty has, but many faces.
Only they don’t have eyes. Or do they?
We only focus on displaying our empty dish
kutembeza bakuli of ignorance.
Funny as nobody reminds no one
to fix the cracking sounds of a busy African bed.
© Morice, for PiCii, 08. Dec.2009.