I Will Find My Own Sky

Because I am Mad at Education.

I refuse to hold my tongue again,
I am so mad at Education,
My hands are itching to
Strangle something.
Even my nose is exhaling fire.
For I ,
I have been cheated.

They all said,
Education is the key.
So I opened and opened every opportunity,
To somehow see ,
If I could unlock this door,
Known to us as
Life.

They kept giving me books,
And like their muse
I grasped, and fed on them.
But books are full of lies,
They should have hinted,
How it is out there.
Hell, there should have been
A class titled
' The hustle is real out there'

Every morning I arise,
Strengthen my oversize crooked blazer,
Brown envelope in one hand
Hope in the other .
And embark on a journey to
Chase my destiny
Under the merciless scorching sun.
Oh! How it burns
Ask my forehead.
God forbid , you ask my shoe
How many offices,
We have knocked.

See ,
I am mad ,
Because if I don't know ' people'
Or follow a certain 'process'
Then am at the  great Sahara desert,
Where nobody can wet my lips.
Where nobody can offer me an opportunity to blossom.

The interviewer,
Sits on the other side of the desk like a gentleman.
My hands are shaking ,
He smiles.
My nerves relax.
I pass the interview,
But I fail this last interview.
Apparently,
They didn't tell me sometimes
Papers are not enough.
That I might have to gamble with my dignity.
I refuse his advances,
He locks the door on my face,
And crushes my perfect dreams
One at a time.

So that day,
I prayed,
I prayed more
And waited.
Then I prayed again.
I Think I fell asleep.

I am mostly pissed at you
because you have stolen
My mother's smile.
On my graduation,
You should have seen how she danced
With the whole village.
She hanged my certificate on the wall.
With a smile that could light up
The whole city of Nairobi.
That woman was happy.
And I want her back.

Education has become
A slow pain,
A real struggle,
For a youth in a country where
Someone out there,
Is controlling who gets
A chance and who doesn't.
Now I feel
        Even
            Madder.