Oh! Dear miss. Njambi
She Was born in the streets of Nairobi
Always dressed like a 'zombie'
With a face,, so shy to take a selfie
She passed through the hardship
Poverty was her only relationship
Tomorrow was the same as previous day
For change was nothing, in the night or day
School was a better place to be present
She never went hungry, unless when absent
At home life was just the same
You will go hungry with no one to blame
Her parents worked hard to earn a living
Only to die poor, with no saving
For life was from hand to mouth
That is why she is just a street.
©don
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