I Miss The Days

I miss the days,
When I would be praised when I try to walk " omwana achendere "
When I would wrong people and mama foughts for me
Now am old, I walk anywhere without being praised,
When I do wrong the streets is the military,

I miss the days,
When anywhere was our home excluding yours ,
When every time was about jubilation even in grievance moments and food was provided in plenty,
Now am old not everywhere you are welcomed,
Where food is scarce found only after sweat,

I miss the days,
When I used to play peekaboo with my posse, a game which was ineffable,
When I could drink the soup from the pot and say confidential 'mama its not me its nani ...'
Now am old and I only play the games in the dream,
Where am the one to take care of Mommy's pot,

I miss the days ,
When I used to make an embarrassing gaffes,
When I used to act like a groupie,
Now am old known as a sage by everyone except you,
And bussy with these and that,

I miss the days,
When I was loved with everybody except you,
When I could not syntax,
Now am old and am the one to love even the unloved,
And am now the professional synthaxer,

Lastly I miss the days,
When papas properties was ours,
When I used to make embarrassing gaffes and act like a groupie,
Now am old and able to futurologize things ,
And never involved in sappy affairs,

By Kenyatta Junior

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