Baba wa kambo
Tie
suit
buttons
She walks on clouds, heels squeezing volumes down
Alley littered with framed quotes
Cape with cologne flying to every cubicle
Alerting our senses
Nerves up!
Sweaty palms on dusty keyboards
The keys to a brighter future?
Brain drowsy but caffeine cracks its whip
Lashing the grey and white matter
Cortisol bleeding down its visage
Overclocked by roasted beans
Our resolution slowly degrading
time to get new glass walls to fence these teary houses
Teared down every night when Daft punk’s — around the world
Reminds us of our binned dreams
Manufactured life flirting with the best-before date
Getting bland every waking day
Each repack and rebrand taking away a flavor
‘The Lord will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able’
Hustlevangelists scream to comfort our years
Faith and works
Works and bucks
The green backs appealing
It is
Not a bad life, we get paid, aren’t we?
Saved up enough to educate our sons to college
But still. Not. Enough
9 hours in the delivery room
Silver cord affirmed
Lil champ weighs 7 pounds
The heavens won’t send me tears but emotions bleed
“He will be the best, I will train him”
Code, grand piano, rugby, violin, skate-board
All under his belt
“I’ll make sure of it”
Promise I'll love you and your mom
“Support your dreams”
“Look at these badges…
Your dada is hero in the hallways of business”
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“hello, … speaking, yes”
“Right away sir, I appreciate the opportuni…”
Airports and cases full of suits
Heads of states, thought leaders
Signature scents, white lines
Bubbles and flutes
Paper printers out of ink
Espresso machines retiring
Exhausted Pirellis
Rivers clogged with dirty money
Sky choking from the targeted ads
“Hello, heeey! look how you’ve grown”
What Grade? Wow! Soon you’ll be as tall as dada!
So proud of you son!
“I brought you … it’s from Europe”
Dinner?.. Oh no, I have to leave, small meeting, promise I'll be back
Guilt wraps it’s claws tight round my neck as I utter the three darn words
“See you soon”
Cheating on the love of my life with career goals and bank deposits
An expensive orgy
Face time, long phone calls no longer zoom in enough
the emotions keep getting blurred
Son in my dreams every night
My face fading away from his brain every birthday missed
Every try and conversion a distraction from the lingering question
“Does he love us? Love me?…”
“Does he care?”
Strong arms shielding his troubled heart
Few months to retirement
Can finally get back with my family, time to be the best Dad!
God’s plan never fails.
Dial
No replies, missed calls
Divorce papers
Olympic silver-medalist
Me ; Unaware
He would’ve won gold if I coached him
“I am his Father!”
Step-fathers cannot bond as accurately as the blood!
Sold the furniture
Only thing left is our family picture
A rude reminder
I had it all
