In silence I walked,                                                                          nairobi-streets_kencom-crossing-blog_by-mutua-matheka-copy
through the land of empty faces.
With a keen eye I observed,
the effort behind the facades.

Abruptly I stopped,
amid the ocean of dead stares.
And they moved along,
maintaining a steady motion without a care.

I closed my eyes and listened,
to the humdrum of a thousand sounds.
They walked and talked endlessly,
blending into a rhythmic rambling thunderstorm.
Yet in all this noise,
they still achieve seclusion.

I opened my eyes and watched them move,
in a hurry,
from a pathetic past to a sad future.
Each claiming to curve a life for themselves,
yet in there incessant motion,
they are one, each aping the actions of the last,
Creating a beautiful rhythm,
A well-choreographed dance routine.

I shut down my senses and felt,
the cold emptiness their lives beheld,
the fear they cannot control,
the attention they so badly need,
the love they so greatly crave.

I feel all this,
in the air of the concrete jungle.

I watched, I saw, I heard, I felt.

All this I did from the common urbanite.
I acquired the knowledge of the urban life.
And I learnt the secrets if the urban strife.
But I did not become the wiser,
of the urban child.

For I want to be a common urbanite.
With my hollow life,
With my self-imposed importance,
With my lack of compassion,
With my self-absorbed tendencies,
With my wanting social skills,
With my unappealing character,
With my naïve disillusions,
With my emotional void,
I will become a prime example,
Of the common urbanite.


© Brian Kimeu

Twitter: @braeyo
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Blog: In My Opinion



© Mutua Matheka

Twitter: @truthslinger
Facebook Page: Photography by Mutua Matheka
Website: Mutua Matheka Photography & Design

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