A Little House Of My Own

A House Of My Own

When I was in High School,   I didn’t care too much
Thought others were a fool,  and that I wasn’t such.
They spent fortunes to buy,  something stupid as a house
To have their Sunday Braai,  and to house the mouse.

Back then atleast I could see,  some patches of pretty trees
From atop the KICC,              which has now lost its appeal.
Now everywhere that I see,      there is a towering concrete tree
And to make it vast as the sea, they make million dollar deals.

But please don’t get me wrong,  because I also stand in queue
To buy a house wide and long,     and see how it looks in blue.
I think now is about the time,    to break out of this bubble
My dwelling for quite a while,    I promise to keep my request supple.

Although I truly sympathise,              don’t tell me about Kibera and Mathare
Tell it to the Big Guys,                             and ask if they’d build an array.
I am only following our leaders,        who own acres of empty spaces
Which will one day be the bleeders, of the smiles on peoples’ faces.

As I’m not in High School anymore,   I’ve started caring as such
A house with fully carpeted floors,    and bathroom tiles from Dutch.
Think I’ll spend a fortune to make,     a backyard mini Hard Rock Cafe
For my Sunday friends’ sake,                and read on Facebook what they’d say.

Mr. Builder please build me a house,     which I can call a home
In which every morning I can arouse,  and every evening have a ball.
Because I’m tired of earning,                     for my mean old landlord
Who hasn’t the slightest feeling,              of my miserable mode.

So, Mr. Broker find me a house,  where I can find some real peace
Far from the madding crowds,    where I can grow some real trees.
Erect a jungle of my own,              right in my own lawn
A little house of my own,               a place I can proudly own.

-dex
24/03/10