When days are good,
in a daze, they rest,
on their laurels, they wait,
for their target’s downfall.
When down, they rejoice;
When in need, they jubilate;
Finally, I give up,
I can’t take it anymore
I am free …., again
And to put an end to the rumours,
the backbiting, manongonezano,
masengenyo, gossip,
umbea, umbeya, whatever;
I hereby make it public
in broad daylight;
my relationship with my bae
has been difficult, bitter-sweet so to say,
and so from today, please be informed
There is hope at last that the agony that my ilk, the bespectacled, have to contend with when they are forced to walk in the rain is soon coming to an end; the agony is worsened by the fact that the rains are so unpredictable these days, most probably due to climate change. The rain droplets form a series of streaks on the glasses that makes it difficult for one to see.
Coupled to this is the traumatic experience of segregation, neglect, marginalization, kuonewa, and kubaguliwa, that the scientific humanity and modern society has accorded us for the longest time.
We can’t wait for these scientists to invent water repellant glasses; or
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