You
Nairobi people amaze me
You
are always running!
In
the morning, even before cows
Get out
of cowsheds, you hit the streets
A
frantic pace, a small run here, a dash there
Tell
me Nairobi people, where are you running to?
And
when I see you eat
You
keep looking at your watches
Chewing
more than you can swallow
Holding
a newspaper here, checking the phone there
Watching
1 O’clock news and gossiping over the counter
Done,
you clutch your briefcases and dash
Please
answer me, where are you running to?
Nairobi
people, your city stands tall
Fixed
to the same spot, aloof, lethargic
Yet
you who occupy it disturb her serenity
And
meditative pose with the stampede
Of your
feet and your hurry
Your
vehicles drive deadly speeds
Your
tongues speak fast,
Tell
me Nairobi people, why the hurry?
How
will good ideas perch on your heads
If
they are not stationary, if they gallop and trot?
Stop
the chase, wake up and see the sunrise
Feel
your heart beat, sit under a shade
Feel
that moment, close your eyes
Be
still, let urgency scuttle past you
Sit
back, be renewed
Time
to slow things, feel the rhythm
Watch
the sunset, hear the cowbells
Feel
the warmth of the fireplace,
Never
run, just walk, observe
If
only you Nairobi people did this
You
would have seen the beauty
Of a
bird’s dropping on a statue
Or
the skilled beggars on abandoned alleys
Playing
songs from bad radio speakers
Or
old couple adeptly crossing busy highway
Or
moving lips of people in their monologues
Or
Bus Preachers with raptured voiceboxes
Preaching
the message of Eternal Hellfire
And
you ask, well, please don’t shout…
If
you were patient, Nairobi people,
You
would have seen the hawker
Selling
cockroach insecticides
Yet immediately sell umbrellas
At
the fall of the first rain drop!
Or
notice the irony of a church
Adjacent
to a bar business
Or measure
the country’s economic growth
Using
a smile-o-meter pa-smile- capita
Not
those arcane Economics functions!
If
you weren’t in a hurry
You
would see that occasional academic
Standing
beside the road, trying to order his theories
Grappling
with Einsten’s Theory of Relativity
The
Schroedinger equation and such stuff
You
would see him scratch his head and ruffle his coat
His eyes
fixed on some pothole or space
But
you wouldn’t notice such things,
Nairobi
people, you are always running
And
am afraid you left life’s lessons behind!
10 comments:
powerful message on Nairobi people.
Thanks for sharing with poets rally.
Happy Mother's Day to Moms around you. Blessings..
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WoW! You certainly have a lot of knowledge for someone so young.
Impressive message.
Thanks for sharing.
Well said and well observed Salem.
It is a great pleasure to meet you.
@ Jingle, always a pleasure to see your kind comments. Mother's Day was a pleasure. In fact I had to write a poem for my sweet mama.
@ The feeling lioness, thank you so much. BTW, you write so well. I loved your blog.
@ Andy, coming from you I am totally humbled. I always appreciate your regular visit to my blog.
@ The Unknowngnome, thanks so much. Been pleasure to meet you too through your blog.
Very nice, welcome to the rally! Mine: www.invokingmuses.wordpress.com
~Emily Jane
@ Emily, first welcome to Lorot's Poetry. Thank you for dropping by and for your nice comments. Will savour yours in a moment. :)
I think this could apply to any people - we are always in too much of a hurry to see what's in front of us. Well written.
@ WyomingDiva, first you are most welcome to Lorot's Poetry. You are right. We are always in a hurry to learn some of the beauty that our planet gives to us. Thanks.
@ WyomingDiva, most welcome to Lorot's Poetry. I agree totally. :)
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