LIFE’S NOT A BED OF ROSES
Wait until you meet a youth from the largest slum in Africa, Kibera.
We grew up together,
didn’t know much except to survive.
Each and everyday we strived to make a better life.
Only to realize at the end it’s a lie.
Everybody took a turn leading to a better destination.
But they didn’t mind how the destination would turn to be.
Life proved to be difficult,thats all.
Ends couldn’t meet, some had to find a way.
Life without opportunity
Crime became the only option for sure.
Robbing the poor to be less poorer.
It’s a dangerous life but no alternative.
Infact it’s a life full of thorns cause any wrong turn you make, leads to your maker.
Don’t expect much in life, we only need daily bread
living from hand to mouth Just because the door to opportunities is sealed.
Living dangerously. Counting your days to the grave.
If only there could be a different way, most, infact all could have took the other way.
But living life the hard way making only the best to survive has turned boys into monsters,
girls into harlots,
Kingdom of sodom and gomorah could feel ashamed.
Orphans at a tender age struggling to make it in life whatsoever.
Mature criminal minds at puberty.
Call it the university of life
as all this is as a result of drug and drug abuse.
Just praying to God
youths in my ghetto will get positive energy.
It’s a fight we engage everyday.
Hoping to win the fight
but I know, it needs more to win the war.
Cause the gospel is already in its place,
live short and enjoy
that’s the motto to go by,
death has become the norm of the day
no one’s afraid to loose a life just hoping things will change.
A day when each and every youth will engage to fight vices
but for now that’s the life of a ghetto youth.