One Saturday afternoon I had some time to kill,
The house was chilly so I went out to chill,
Met some guys in a deep discussion about the grind,
One ninja, “Money these days is hard to find”
Second ninja, “People have money it’s just you and me pal”
Few laughs hahaha both of them spoke true,
We talked about politics a bit,
And more on the cost of living,
“Will the grind ever stop?”
I ventured to ask,
A very drunk man said he might drink every day but he at least works for it,
‘There ain’t no rest for the wicked” somebody else added,
“But we are here resting and relaxing,” said a rastaman,
“It doesn’t make sense grinding, being ground down for 5 days to allow yourself to relax 2 days,” my friend Msanii added,
A moment of silent contemplation,
The soundlessness of egos deflating,
A moment of respectful introspection,
Then somebody shouted, “Sherehe lazima!”
And bought drinks for everybody,
Saturday afternoon quickly turned to Saturday evening,
No talks of inevitable Monday,
“What if we are all mad and we just don’t know it?”
I left Msanii starting another mad world hypothesis the details of which I was not too eager to get
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