Beside a vendor’s shifty legs,
On Nairobi’s vibrating floors,
Caressing the thin filthy paper
That cushions the rough pavement
Caressed, tossed, and tattered.
Fingered by educated hands
Finely foraging for Forbes.
Passed by adolescent palms prodding for porn,
But, for that one loyal house wife,
In her hand bag swinging monthly visit,
True Love waits.
Ngartiais a talented Kenyan poet. To view more of his work, visit his blog This Fella. You can also see what he is up to on his twitter account @ngartia