Alexander K Opicho

(Eldoret, Kenya;aopicho@yahoo.com)

 

My heart has gone out for all families on the street

That came out of the erstwhile street boys and girls

Kudos to your creativity as you make life from nothing

Blessed bye your bravado and sense of oblivion

With which you have held the riches of the world

In which effortlessly swim the powers that be,

 

Beautified be a street family in the all quarters of the world

Wherever you are kindly be ennobled

Whether in India or Chicago of Americas,

Be it Nairobi, Lagos or Jo’burg the infernos of urchinery

Good times and chances befall you children of the street.

 

Great beauty with you is condemnation of the tribe

In Africa where ethnicity is the bricks of tribal mall

Your names are conditional but not tribal connotation

They sing songs of exclusion but not chauvinism of ethnicity

I was in Kenya at the city of Eldoret, I visited your platoon

In the suburb of Langas, I derided not in the glory of your nomenclature;

Some of you festooned in the street emperor, as other wallow in mauverick titles

Like; Cop-puncher, weed-cooler, virgin breaker, top sniffer, hotel sentry

And many other accoladic names as you feasted me on your virtuosity.

 

Royal is your blood as you bivouac in the blizzards

The blood in your vein came from the state panjandrum

During the libidinous hour in the wee of the night

The teats you suckled were of your undergraduate mothers

In the high powered Universities of bourgeoisie education

Never regret in your ego for great is your genetics

 It was solely misplaced priorities of your vulnerable mothers

That had you dumped on the street garbage in the oblivion of society

But great you are because 10% you hitherto make

Of the ostentations African population that is whoopingly a billion!

Time is coming for your final say, bivouac wherever you are

For your day is very soon.