The sun has gone to sleep
The moon stirred from slumber
The sons take their whip
And soon it will be plunder
Kibera is awake, it is night
The girls titivate to their best
Lipstick, mascara, manicure, perm
Their skills will be put to test
Skimpy, no concern to be warm
Kibera is awake, it is night
Ruffians sharpen their tools
A few souls will feed ‘em tonight
Crisscross the slum, all looks but cool
Peripatetic, fear they ignite
Kibera is awake, it is night
Atieno locks her shanty hastily
Walks to the dump site, not her first trip
She could have been a mama basically
Plastic bag in hand, an indecent burial
Kibera is awake, it is night
Kariuki has jus’ finished business
Polythene in hand with human matter
Hurls it far with all seriousness
Will cause foul smell after scatter
Kibera is awake, it is night
Police make their usual patrol
Harassing everyone but thugs
Outlaws have taken control
Facilitating the sale of drugs
Kibera is awake, it is night
Mwangi Gituro©
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