When I was a kid,
Smiles filled my face
Even with porridge for lunch
I still felt comforted
Wiping down to the last drop
Full stomach for a fool in me.
When I was still fresh
Walking with buttocks showing
Out of buttons wasn't my business
Dirty and smelling clothes were good
Blossoming inside the without complain.
When I was growing
I learnt to avoid porridge
And demand for ugali
Watching not their struggles up
Cries when not well fed.
When I was developing
I learnt not to accept a piece of ugali
Bread and chapati were main
Sucking his pockets even
With no thank you note
Grabbed with no force.
Now that I'm all grown
Burger and pizza are main options
Taking from him after a mjengo
Grabbing it all for a descent make up
No gratitude, or clarification.
Then
He doesn't complain after all
He smiles when I plead
And gives when I beg
He borrows when I demand
And lacks when I have.
Dad!
A hero above heroes
He gets crucified, I eat fried
He gets beaten, I keep biting
He sleeps hungry, while I eat angrily
To God, blessings to my dad.
©dre
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