...POOR DANDORA

Will there be a time when Dandora will look like….?

Or better?

Or never?

Have you ever passed by Juja Road and straight across Outer Ring Road?

Mathare slums pleases none, does it?

The sleeping urchins along the road

And the dust on the foot paths

Doesn’t make you sneer, does it?

All this is on our way to Dandora.

If your phone is not snatched at the roundabout,

The bone oduor will kill your smell sense

The rusty vibandas will redefine beauty

Your long afro hair is dyed brown-red-grey

The bottoms creek as the front tires immerse

The engines fail and get restarted

A minibus opts for the pedestrian side

For the road is a neglected rocky farm.

Noise, dust, sun, robbery and hunger

Mud, sewer, breakage and tribalism.

But still people live there

It may be my narrow thinking

For there are people

Who love D!

This picture I took in Kawangware. The situation is not different from Dandora.