Lost Child

Lost child wanders aimlessly on the streets
Book and an iPod on his hands
He wears bright white socks with white sneakers, and
A rock t-shirt, screaming “The Life of Hendrix.”

Lost child runs, he halts, stares cluelessly
And stops. Pap!
Strangers don’t care.
Nobody cares here: Welcome to Nairobi, kid
He sprints again, and stumbles: booooom!
The Children’s book drops with a thud and his expensive
Samsung iPod-it cracks on the clean Nairobi streets
City Council of Nairobi is a working nation.
Only one idler shows remorse
Draws near, hides the iPod and gives him the book.

Lost child is confused
His white parents have not found him
White people on the street don’t care
Nairobians are busy as ever
His iPod is gone-Coldplay and U2 classics
All his favorite rock band tracks are gone.
He continues to roam aimlessly, this white child
In the labyrinth of Nairobi walkers
Lost.