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, ****-cooler, ****** 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.