MY FIRST STAY
Aha!what a new world
A stranger I am to everyone
including myself
No one understands me except
a few
Eyes on me in every move I
make
Will I fit in this
environment?
Hello ! Hey !All I speak but
in vain
Will I be able to make
friends?
Friend making my move,yes I
will
"Watindata" is the greeting
they understand
Will I fit in this
environment?
Due to the pathetic decease
Rules levied by the
government are strict
Anywhere in the compound are
posters
"Thambe moko" I
need wits to understand
Will I fit in this
environment?
The air is full of kamba language
A desert I have found myself
Subati my new location
I will learn to love my
environment
And find my position in it.
In a house I am alone
Was used to seeing many people around
Now the room is almost empty
At the center of the house I
am silent
Silent but my pen to remain noisy.
Searching for green pasture
in a desert my mission
My motto being "Never
give up"
Hopefully to meet my targeted
To get my treasures in the
desert
Yes! I'll strangle to fit in
this environment.
Reviewed by Kenn the Poet
on
August 16, 2020
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