For him hustling is his duty,
his daily bread
to keep him moving
he is only surviving,
he brushes shoulders with those of his type
down rive road early in the morning
at haste
to scramble for the remnants of a job
yet its still uncertain he would get it
he might end up on an empty stomach again
and as he walks back home in the evening
head bent low as if in prayer
he is bolted to reality by cries of mwizi!mwizi!
he takes to his heels
for his life,he would do anything
alas! he had been pinpointed unknowingly
he is at the mercy of the mob
if the police do not make it in time
he will be gone in the next few minutes!
