How to escape the Rat Race!

I chanced on Diana while brisk-walking

The astates, under the morning do,

Grass still haboured dew,

Previously, Nankya told me she had,

A Nankani,

Meaning, mwaanawani?

There was this brisk walker,

Whose every step,

Was a stich in my rib-cage,

As though cordoned off by CMI,

Kakwenzi style!

So I meserably sajourned on,

Blinking like a gheko underneath the morning,

Sun set,

Blinking twice for a one time do!

Like scoobedo!

Then came Joan,

The girl i met then at Lohana,

With a short scar between her face,

Her gum, dark or chocolate,

Behaving wildly, lately!

We kissed kill me quick,

And said “ Good nightedly”

Really!? It was day light,

The sun sat well, in the sky,

Like a wild pawpaw falling flat,

In Limpompo!

I love Namibia,

And Zambia,

Without a beer..

Again like Kafiti,

The village Wag…