The sewage street

October 23, 2008 by Chief K.Masimba Biriwasha ·
Filed under: Poetry

The October Sun slowly crawls upwards

And momentarily settles behind a patch of cloud,

With smells of burnt mice clogging

Nehanda Street.

Another day is almost done -

Now, a sewage pipe goes pop - as usual

And spews thick, raw content across the street

Feet jump and skip watery veins

Of feaces looking for a way to escape

But now imprisoned in stagnant pools

At the corner of the street, a young woman stands

Contemplating ways to strangle her little hump

And as the Sun makes way towards the darkened socket

Young men in garish clothes crowd the streets, puffing smoke

Conjuring ways to get wasted in the gathering night

When morning comes, the street is a mess of plastics

filled with juices of rushed orgasms

At the edge, a foetus is found

The conscience of the street goes black

As early in the morn, fat women wrapped in cloths of many colours

Rise to sweep the street, raising dust

And the gossip, and laugh in the dust

And so our street revolves like a roll of shit

In the gathering sewage

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2 Responses to “The sewage street”

Rukh on October 23rd, 2008 5:22 pm

Chief you have a way of capturing the raw, unvarnished reality of our environment. I was in Fio and Chitungwiza recently and had to wade through sewage pools…..eeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
fungaijames on October 24th, 2008 1:05 pm

Graphic stuff dude. You are very observant. Yes, those women in red who sweep the streets are almost always on the big side.