By Ben Mboya
‘The President’s Visit’
When the president visited Kisumu,
Auma stopped roasting maize by the roadside,
She threw the remaining fresh cobs,
To the homeless cows that wandered the city streets,
She collected all her savings,
Took them to Mama Becky’s boutique,
For the latest female wears.
When the president visited Kisumu,
Auma dropped her hoe,
She forgot the weeding,
Hurried home and washed her soiled body clean,
She denounce her salvation and holiness gowns,
Wrapped a handkerchief around her tiny waist,
And ran to the salon.
When the president visited Kisumu,
Auma plaited her shaggy hair,
Painted her ebony face pale,
She coloured her lips and nails,
And smeared ‘Ambi’ cream to lighten her skin,
She wore a legging that hugged her tiny buttocks tight,
And a ‘Tumbo-cut’ that exposed her guava sized breasts.
When the president visited Kisumu,
Auma divorced her husband,
For the reason that he’s a daytime cobbler,
And a twilight guard,
She claimed he does not have time,
For her and their seven kids,
Children she was married with!
When the president visited Kisumu,
Auma eloped to serve the dignitaries,
A waitress by day,
And a whore by night,
She left with big dreams,
To meet a lust triggered governor,
Who’d have her as a concubine!
When the president visited Kisumu,
Auma inflated her night charges,
Five thousand shillings for a night stand…
Today, she’s using her fortunes,
To treat the deadly virus in her,
And all the governors are gone,
Gone with her hopes and dreams!
Ben Mboya is an upcoming Kisumu poet
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