Today i was seated on a public bench near our local bus station,
Carried away into the world of fantasy, i started thinking of how to get rich easily,
But the fact that money has been playing hide and sick with me still remains a mystery,
I could feel the desperation of the touts as they struggle to fill their matatus to earn a a penny,

But Why is it so hard to make money? Why is it so daunting!?
These are rhetorical questions that run through my mind minute after minute,
It’s time i realize that our gender was cursed by he who lives in the heavens,
This happened when our first parents failed to observe His directives,
And they were cast out of the first garden, into this world of difficulties,

Cursed is our generation that we’ll bring forth, it shall never get satisfied,
A man riding his bike would wish to own an automated motorbike,
While the one on riding the motorcycle yearns for a luxurious car,
The dude who’s driving the sleek vehicle has his eyes on a helicopter,

We can’t just explain why we’ll never get satisfied by our possessions,
Remember In this world we are all passengers on the wheels of life,
No matter how comfy the journey is, alighting isn’t an option that you debate on,
Never strive to accumulate lump-sum for yourself, this world is not our home! All of us are passersby☝🏽