When born she named me George
But that isn’t how I am known
Growing up they called me Agak
Living up to date is quite a luck
She looked at me in the eyes
Her palms as cold as ice
And as if she saw the end of time
She said to me; Son
The world isn’t fair
You’ve got to Fight for your fair share
The meaning was hard to unravel
Not knowing how close she had to travel
Before she finally bit the gravel
She said to me; Son
The world isn’t fair
You’ve got to Fight for your fair share
The eighth minute she died
Leaving me asking why
Had they taken all I had?
The world isn’t fair
You’ve got to Fight for your fair share
I love you mum with every breath
And it’s a shame my treasure they take
I pray you get the key to heaven’s gate
That you may get the reward for the life you gave.
To you the world was never fair
It gave you sorrows much more than your fair share
Losing every tear
Confirming all my fear
For a destination not so near
But what she said I still hear
Son
The world isn’t fair
You’ve got to Fight for your fair share
I remember being in the streets
The thought of that make me sick
With wounds too deep to heal
The touch of death I still feel
In the streets where we only had one use of water- drinking no bathing or laundry
In the streets where we had to fight with pig owners every morning over leftovers from hotel trash bins
In the streets where we wrapped ourselves in greasy sacks and slept in the open rain and cold being treats we couldn’t afford to miss
In the streets where guns and gangs ruled you can’t really imagine how many friends I lost to the shoot to kill policy
In the streets where no woman could love us but we still got love bites from bedbugs that had chosen to keep us company in these trying moments. I still wonder why we were bitten by bedbugs when we neither had beds nor bags
In the streets where I faced tough decisions, I remember when Mswahili showed me a sum of Sh.6000 and begged me to join his gang, were it not for the values you taught me I could have fallen for that and maybe only my skull could be remaining in my grave
I remember nights when I went without food but in all this aridity your words echoed in my ears telling me that tomorrow will be better
In all this aridity I found friends who really cared for me. I still remember soldier, the guy who used to feed me when I was still a freshman in the University of Streets Fanana Campus
I remember how everything changed when he was robbed by mswahili led gang
That morning he called me, we sat on a heap of plastic bottles and he told, his voice is still fresh in my mind; hapa itabidi umeanza kusaka ndiyo nikiibiwa ama polisi wakinishika usilale njaa
The next day was a big day in my life; it was the day I began……
Looking for meaning
Looking for life
Looking for a place where I could call home
Street is my life, street is my life
I thought my life could be wonderful
I thought my life could be so beautiful
But it brings me so low
Mamaaaaa
he dressed me in a greasy old stinking jacket and taught me how to carry a big sack on my back as we scavenged for valuables in dumpsites. That day was my graduation day and the greasy jacket, torn cap were my graduation attire and Soldier was my lecturer. This being the first graduation in my life.
I remember Omondi Ndogo he was the one who gave me the job of washing plates at Mama Mandela hotel. He got shot and died at underson estate.
My experience in streets taught me that sometimes the only thing you have is a pair of hands. These very same hands that I stuck in filth at dump sites, these very same hands that now enjoys racing on my laptop’s keyboard I won’t hesitate to stick in mud if that is all life needs of me
The world isn’t fair
You’ve got to Fight for your fair share
And now to all my friends
Those who hustle for their daily bread
Go for the best nothing less
For
The world isn’t fair
You’ve got to Fight for your fair share
We’ll have to part it’s quite a shame
But who am I to take the blame
When all of you were part of the game
Let’s meet there when we make it to the heaven’s gate
For The world isn’t fair
You’ve got to Fight for your fair share
-George Agak.
