DEAR BOSS

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Sr. Esther Jeruto Koros OSF

Dear Boss,

Be kind to us because we have crossed seven hills just to meet you.

Your PA, the one who owns your diary,

Asked for a token, disguised bribery,

We had to sell a goat, just to see you.

 

Be kind to us because we have crossed seven hills just to meet you.

Your PA, the one who operates your accounts for money 

Creeps into my sister’s privacy calling her honey

She had to get pregnant so we could see you.

 

Be kind to us because we have crossed seven hills just to meet you.

Your PA, the one who checks your mail box

Read our letters halfway before dumping in a box

We had to camp at your door, just to see you.

 

Be kind to us because we have crossed seven hills just to meet you.

Your PA, the one who answers your calls

Ignores my Dad’s call, you know he still falls?

We had to pay a doctor for his epilepsy, just to see you.

 

Be kind to us because we have crossed seven hills just to meet you.

Your PA, now a disgusted relative of ours

The father of a niece of ours

We had to hide our faces when he passed, just to see you.

 

Be kind to us because we have crossed seven hills just to meet you.

Your PA, the one who knows it all,

Hasn’t told you about my full scholarship call

We need a passport and a ticket and advice, we need to see you.

 

Be kind to us because we have crossed seven hills just to meet you.

Your PA, I know will die of craftiness

His body will rot in hell and feed hyenas

Meanwhile, we are here, just to see you, Boss.

essyjeru@gmail.com 

© October 2020

 

Comments

  1. Unknown12 January 2021 at 21:07

    Always the best Sister.

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  2. Unknown12 January 2021 at 21:17

    Oh! So sad...but its a truereflection of our society today..! May God grant the boss a heart of flesh

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  3. Unknown12 January 2021 at 21:18

    The PA is beyond repair

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  4. Unknown12 January 2021 at 21:25

    Good work... keep up

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  5. Unknown12 January 2021 at 21:30

    Very creative content and a true reflection of our society

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  6. Unknown12 January 2021 at 22:04

    What do the seven hills depict?

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  7. Eve M12 January 2021 at 22:10

    A true reflection of what happens in our society

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  8. Fr. Casmir12 January 2021 at 22:12

    Great Poem.

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  9. Unknown12 January 2021 at 22:31

    A true reflection of the current society.

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  10. Bethuelmutai12 January 2021 at 23:14

    The PA. That of my area mp ....

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  11. Ezra13 January 2021 at 09:20

    Captures the rot in the current leadership and integrity.

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  12. Unknown13 January 2021 at 11:55

    Imagined that's what PA's for politicians do to most Kenyans

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  13. Unknown13 January 2021 at 13:07

    Great. A good poem reflecting what we go through to service esp in govt offices

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  14. CHRISTINE13 January 2021 at 18:06

    May the boss listen to us

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  15. Essy The Poet13 January 2021 at 18:23

    7 hills reflect the effort it takes to get to the PA: links, phonecalls etc

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  16. Unknown13 January 2021 at 22:06

    It is expressing exactly what we are going through in our society today.good work my great teacher.

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  17. Raphael Koros17 January 2021 at 18:41

    Very touching

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  18. Unknown22 January 2021 at 17:00

    May this poem reach to the bosses out there thanks sr for that

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  19. Samoei16 February 2021 at 20:09

    A true depiction of our society...

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  20. Bethuelmutai18 February 2021 at 19:09

    Wonderful piece

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  21. Essy The Poet18 February 2021 at 19:23

    Thanks guys

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  22. Unknown18 February 2021 at 22:45

    The peace is touching.you are so creative dear, good work

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  23. Unknown21 February 2021 at 10:55

    Nice one sister

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