DUNIA DUARA!

Someway somehow. Along the way, you become the very things you criticized so badly. The people you mocked. You become living proof of what mother nature does to the ego. The universe moves in a way the things you criticized are your last resort, the only option and sometimes you are just wallow in the abyss of desire, or curiosity, no, situations push you to heights you spoke so Ill off. Or maybe I should have said stoop low haha! Jokes on you!

Do you remember when you laughed at the form fours for getting a four percent in maths just to get there and get your beautiful two percent? Huh! You say you didn’t know. Of course, you didn’t know younging.
Owh how fast the,” can never be me,” becomes the “soo me.” Look at you, the charcoal, calling the pot black. Okay!
You laugh because you got an upper hand today, so it’s okay to humiliate and embarrass them because you can, so you do! Shame on you black child…
Small small achievements and you blow the whistle on us because now you’ve elevated! Eeey congratulations CEO! Mrs achievements, we bow to you, we are your carpet step on us!
Owh wait, sanitize us first we’ll contaminate your merit!
Hey sissy, Remember when your best friend got pregnant and you laughed at her for having a baby at 21, look at you now barren!
Aaaah, you called Carol names for having an older man,owh dear, your young boy left you recently, and for what? He’s chasing an imaginary bag they all talk off haha.

To the young king who was the first to throw shade on my brother for stealing an apple as he passed local mama-mboga, today you snatched four phones in a matatu because life is tough. Good riddance to my late brother,owh! And young king, maybe you’ll get customers for the phones. Rest easy brother.
Owh you asked your uncle for ten bob at the age of four but they said they didn’t have it, you thought they were being selfish! Today you’re that uncle young king!
Babygirls cannot change their small siblings’ poop, it’ll ruin your nails. Now your nails are barely just meaty protrusions of what used to be haha!
Life humbles you, the world will applause when it’s your turn!
Someway somehow it’s all coming back bigger and worse!

My bad. You laughed too loud when it wasn’t you, now you’re too quiet seeking mercy from the same places you diminished.
Your superiority complex got you uptight now you can’t bow instead you’d rather kneel but look up, because looking down just isn’t you. Owh black child gives us a break, we are your servants and the world moves where you direct it right? Owh sorry I almost forgot, you’re living in moments you criticized. Sorry sweetie, it’s your turn!