I'LL RETURN TO MY VILLAGE

When I heard about the City,
My heart danced with pleasure
And the overflowing urge
To see it.
First,  those skyscrapers
And the numerous cars
Made my mind to go viral.

For now it's enough
And the right time
To leave the city
And its crazy mimes.
I've seen much
Mostly disgusting
Than the promised goodies
Let me return back to my village.

In the streets,
Ladies walk almost naked
Fake hair,  fake nails...
Most of these ladies are fake
From their looks to their words.
I'd rather marry Kadzo
Our village dancer
Than these City ladies
Who always think on partying,
Smoking and drinking wine.

I'll return to my village
And build myself
 A makuti thatched hut
And forget these cosy rooms
With poor ventilation.
After  that,
I will plough my garden
Then plant the traditional
Katumani maize seeds.

I'll return to my village
And rear my own livestock
Because when am in the city
I see no life sustaining opportunities
Except for the short termed jobs.
I'll start a mango hawking business
And sell my chicken eggs
From Mr.  Katana's shop
To the furthest end of our village.

Am fed up with this life
People live in the same plot
But,
Might not see each
For a week.
You wake up early
And head to unknown place
To look for an unknown job.
Goodbye Mr.  City
I know you need me
But I have to
Return to my village.

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