soul

For him hustling is his duty,his daily breadto keep him movinghe is only surviving, he brushes shoulders with those of his typedown rive road early in the morningat hasteto scramble for the remnants of a jobyet its still uncertain he would get ithe might end up on an empty stomach again and as he walks back home in the eveninghead bent low as if in prayerhe is bolted to reality by cries of mwizi!mwizi!he takes to his heelsfor his life,he would do anythingalas! he had been pinpointed unknowinglyhe is at the mercy of the mobif the police do not make it in timehe will be gone in the next few minutes!