Rich And Scared, Poor And Safe! Poem by Charles Jagongo

Tap tap tap he knocked
In Kin's compound
No soul but silence
On the plastered gate post
The bell button he pushed
Minutes ticked by in peep hole
And in camera he had been seen
A potential trouble
Had done no appointment, period.

He in loud silence
His back he gave the grilled gate
To his humble home
A gate-less abode
A home with no wall of stone
His quarters where all would laugh alike
Where in his Kins would come
Uninvited and drinks would flow there
And they would party till dawn brake.

Once his ancestors would curse
Hell kin's with walls around their hearts
For fragile is the egg's yolk in shell
For freedom comes with no walls
For when they were kids
They played mother and father
And danced to harvest time drums
And his were theirs and theirs were his
All now are walls, walls, walls.

Hmnnn, now would he be
A Scared rich-man residing inside the walls
Locked out of his Kins' and sweet past memories
Scared that not knowing a day they come for him
Or
A poor and lonely man
For only what to put on table makes him sweat
His door ajar he sleeps till dawn?