I have read of the Beauty of the African Sunset
but I never saw it beyond the shanty line.
I never heard a lion roar- what I hear is,
M.C. Bingi toasting over a heady reggae track:
"... sauti ya Simba!"
Sweaty bodies. Gyrating.
Foot shuffling. Groins bumpin',
a loud groan...
"... he coming, huh?"
No, Komo got stabbed... Blood on the Dance Floor!
But who cares?
Play on... D.J weka tracki!
I never smelt bush fires, or the coming of the rain;
but I can smell the Herb burning.
Dinda sits behind a pillar of smoke...
suddenly, he is transfigured.
"oh, I see Moses!" he says.
"Oh, fuck it!" I say.
Moses never lived to see Cannan!
In the backroom, Aaron's rod is budding.
But Bobo has no time to marvel.
(Tayari amecheki ya Musa, Firauni, labda hata Yesu!)
She just scratches her crotch and waits for the next;
the line is seven deep...
... I hate this shit!
Not the HIV- hell life is short anyhow.
I am thinking superfecundation- Multilateral Fertilisation!
Seven kids, in the ghetto, and no daddy;
shit, pass me that bar of Geisha-
"oh baby... call me Onan!"
In the Main Bar, now, with Morio.
He has 300 Grand, in cash and a HK-11;
(Ex- GK... si u jua!)
He smells of blood and cordite.
But the Tuskers he buying don' t smell...
... of... of blood and cordite;
of lives lost and families ruined!
Soon the sun will rise in the east
I cannot see it passed out under the table, FUBARed-
(Fucked Up Beyond Any Recognition) -
enough to escape my demons;
atleast for today... today!
and today is all I live for...
... And that is Ghetto Livity!