FIFTY SHILLINGS DU JOUR

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By Esther Jeruto Koros

Is fifty Kenya Shillings

Embedded with Midas touch?

Fifty shillings,

Might sound trivial, and menial and mundane

Not big money,

Hardly buys a hanky

You come by it easily

And goes swiftly

Like hail stones

And so you think

I who speak

Down from the abyss

Cherished yet annexed

And why wouldn’t I?

Pry to be so harsh

Who in want of myrrh

To my body anoint.

So I ask

What is the fifty shilling du jour?

 

Fifty Kenya shillings

Smothered me

Smoldered me

Scattered me

Into the pieces that I am.

The wreckage of the taxi

At the back written voxy

In shape of boxy

Cruised in too much haste

And carried too many

And the breaks worn empty

Came by the guy

Who commanded with a sigh;

Quick!  He stopped 

The driver with one eye

Handed the license

Hiding the nuisance

Of faults innumerable

From the one eyed guy

To the uniformed guy

Dropped the billion ducats

We, valued as cats

Hired to die

For just

Fifty Kenya shillings

Thus I am no more

And thousands before

For just

Fifty Kenya shillings

 

How many more shaken to the core

Shall have to implore

So you Mr. mighty

Can lynch the culture

Of fifty Kenya shillings?

For,

What is the fifty shilling du jour?

 

May this awaken

As my kin are shaken

The Mighty’s mien

To stop the Midas touch

In fifty Kenya shillings.  

  

© June 2019

                              

 

  

 

 


Comments

  1. Unknown3 June 2020 at 12:01

    Congrats Easy the Poet. Well done.

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  2. Unknown3 June 2020 at 12:12

    Wonderful piece jeru👏

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  3. Unknown3 June 2020 at 12:24

    Great piece Sister Esther.

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  4. Kaguru James3 June 2020 at 12:50

    "...du jour" blends so well. It's thought provoking.

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  5. Unknown3 June 2020 at 12:55

    Love everything about it kudos sz

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  6. Bolabridget3 June 2020 at 13:11

    This comment has been removed by the author.

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  7. Unknown3 June 2020 at 13:12

    Good work my friend, keep it up!

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  8. Unknown3 June 2020 at 13:26

    Beautiful poetry..Talanta hiyo

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  9. Bolabridget3 June 2020 at 13:41

    Nice. Welldone!!! Keep the ink flowing.

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  10. Bethuelmutai3 June 2020 at 14:00

    Beautiful poetry.... Talanta iko Essy... Keep on....

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  11. Unknown3 June 2020 at 14:25

    That's deep

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  12. Fr. Mo3 June 2020 at 15:35

    Talent. I like the rhythm

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  13. Unknown3 June 2020 at 15:45

    Wow beautiful piece congratulation

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  14. Unknown3 June 2020 at 16:53

    Good one

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  15. Unknown3 June 2020 at 18:41

    Congrats. A very nice piece of poem. God bless this mind

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  16. Omwoyo4 June 2020 at 06:44

    Great. Cherished yet annexed....myrrh

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  17. Bennittes Kipyegon4 June 2020 at 23:55

    The poem is very interesting.
    Congratulations.

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  18. Unknown5 June 2020 at 18:07

    Well done my daughter !! Keep it up!

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  19. JOSEPH NAKAMET8 June 2020 at 12:37

    Wow! What a nice poem. Keep it up.

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  20. Unknown8 June 2020 at 13:13

    Wow! Congrats Sr Easy.....kizungu nayo !! Kweli ulisikiza mwalimu.....keep up the good work.

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  21. Unknown8 June 2020 at 14:34

    I like the piece. This is a blessing sister

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  22. Unknown10 June 2020 at 09:19

    Nice capture of our sad reality.

    Kwa chwani tu na tunaishia hivyo!!!

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  23. Unknown12 June 2020 at 09:05

    Thanks. You are reminding English poetry back then

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  24. Essy The Poet13 June 2020 at 09:17

    Thank you Mr
    Oyagi

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  25. Unknown19 June 2020 at 16:24

    Good work sister.

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