MAN OF THE BUSH

It was not out of order
To find a thicket
And frog
in relieve.

Once done,
The leaves of musorongo
Covered the call
As a cat does with soil.

But the modern man says
That is backwardness
When he knows not
That his flashing
Flows open
In slums.

When I see a bush on the path
'I develop the urge
To micturate
As I take in Oxygen from the leaves
And open the door of CO2
What a great feeling!

But the cities of today
Have walls and beer shops
That are discoloured by the pungent liquid
Sprayed by careless matatu touts.

For there is no enough bush.