OLD GOLDEN DAYS - Poetry by Margaret Wairimu Waweru

In the old golden days 
Humanity was cherished like the firstborns
Kindness was paid with kindness
Generosity was not demanded 
Love was the only language Africans knew 

People had mercy on the weak in the society 
People joined hands and helped wholeheartedly
People were people 
People were human 

Screams meant a life needed saving 
Or the community was in danger 
Everyone came immediately 
If it was an accident, victims were taken care of immediately 
Life was precious!

In the old golden days 
Happiness was communal 
Care was the first word in their dictionary  
Everyone cherished everything they had 

I lack a perfect adjective for our current state 
Where humanity is not in people's minds
Where kindness has to be demanded 
Where generosity is only witnessed in give and take situations 

The first response to an accident 
is a million pictures on the social media 
From citizens pretending to be 'human'
While the victims suffer 
While the victims bleed to dead 

It's not a wonder to find an A student selling charcoal in the market 
It's not news to find sick children dying while people roam the streets 
Their pockets overloaded with cash

Africans are shaming the governments 
Saying that they fails to deliver
That they wasted their day and votes 
But if you can't deliver yourself 
If you can't be a real African
If you can't practice the simple virtue of humanity 
What do you expect from others? 

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