After a wearisome day, the sun is now fading away into the western skyline, paving a way for the night illuminants to brace the world,
I’m seated on a grill that guards commuting vehicles from a giant number of pedestrians who trail on foot to and from work,
The mood is changing minute after minute, Matatu’s (psvs), Subaru owners and motor bikers are unapologetically hooting as they pass by,
No one needs to inform you that Friday is everyone’s favourite day, having submitted their final projects at work, it’s now time to unhook their ties,

As twilight waves goodbye, the street lights along the iconic Thika superhighway glow in a blissful way, one after the other,
Short but malnourished men approach the bus stop from all directions, some are holding plastic party cups,
Others with black nylon papers hanging beneath their elbows, fervently chewing muguka (a leafy khat)
With their ball- like eyes popping out like bubbles, each one of them determined to add a coin to their dry pockets,

I watched as the skinny men ran after vehicles, in a desperate way to earn a penny,
All of them were young boys, with their rugged jeans sagging below their waist line, they weren’t doing well,
One of them tried to convince a young lady who braced herself with a handkerchief sized mini-skirt but insults became the order of the day! He went away sorrowfully,
The streets have neglected the boy child, the nation is pumping it’s energy towards the girl child!

Soon there will be no men to marry our daughters, but irresponsible drug addicts will come knocking, Bewarned!