The Nature of a Nairobi Minute

Sunrise painted an alien orange hue due to industrial area fumes.

Waking through nocturnal nights and sleeping through daydreaming days.

Sky blue hyenas roam the streets scavenging everything they can sniff out. Their bellies bigger than their empathy.

Crystallized corruption clogs our congested noses.

The predations of Dr. Mat Atu and their symbiotic little makangas rule the roads with raging authority.

Wildebeests migrate from home to work on a twenty four hour cycle. Pavement psychopaths born every minute wielding plastic bag weapons.

Worker monkeys endlessly tap the keyboards of high powered computers.

Artistic meerkats clamber in and around Alliance Française spitting out their colourful wisdom into capsules of timeless travel.

Giraffe-like merchants trade their wares in shops full of hopeful business, their necks always strained for the next sale.

The snakes sickeningly slither and coil themselves around parliamental pillars of power while whispering with poisonous tongues and dreaming of white house views.

Lawyer spiders spin webs too thin to capture anything significant in. They’re just there for show.

Outside, the religion of capitalism takes over in the financial city. Money becomes a modern day God as people line up to pray at the temples of banks, confessing at ATMs.

Chinese storks wearing shiny hats coordinate infrastructural construction. A big facelift for the city with a giant injection of Chinese botox.

The kids play the streets with wide smiles, skinny things with little limbs.

Large metallic pterodactyls fly in and out of JKIA and Wilson airport having eaten a belly full of tourists.

The four spires of I&M building look like they’re about to harness some massive electric discharge from the ominous dark clouds above.

At night, the young and rich rabbits come out to do what rabbits do best. Nightclubs overflow with aggression and lust.

Vixens walk the streets wearing tantalizing expressions, shouting out dirty thoughts.

Smooth cats run affluent bars and clubs, selling alcohol to lull the masses into a sense of social hierarchy.

Old vultures sit atop the building of society giving out rotten advice.

Crocodilian crooks drag their way across the vulnerable underbelly of the city spilling the blood of rabbits, meerkats, giraffes, monkeys, wildebeest, vixens and smooth cats alike. The snakes are never affected. They just slither into the cracks. The vultures are never affected either. They just spread their wings and make contact with the wind.

The sky blue hyenas sit back and laugh at it all.