THANKFUL TO MY GOD
As I walked back home yesterday evening,
I came across a Security Guard sited on a stool with his tiny phone,
A piece of gadget to keep him company throughout the cold night,
Dressed so well to brace the cold was his attire,
A few paces away, I came across a garbage collection point,
As I hastened my legs to minimize the torture of the smell to my classy nose,
My eyes caught a glimpse of the resident to the garbage,
A very little street-boy,
So comfortable was the street-boy that this ushered me into a trance,
A dream of me in that boy’s shoes imagining my night at the garbage,
Reminding me of what the Security guards brace into,
As the sun hides its light and rays behind that mahogany tree atop the hill,
As I tuck myself in my sheets covered by that cheap net to keep mosquitoes at bay,
There is a kind down the streets spending the night with the hums from the same mosquitoes,
My eyes well up and as I pass by the garbage,
Drops of warm tears steam humanity in the pathetic being of me,
And that is when I realize how lucky I am.
-Kimutai Joel Victor-