D.S.M

Dar Es Salaam (D.S.M), my city, in my eyes

Where the roads are our jungle,

thieves walk among u,

heat is almost constant,

whilst time is less important.

 

And most’ve of the time

if u try 2 keep to that ‘t’ word,

you’ll need a 3-wheeled miracle

in these parts;

2 weave u in & out

but be warned,

ur heart, may end up, in ur mouth.

 

Justice reigns supreme,

If you can afford it.

Afford the time, afford the cash,

& afford the annoyance.

 

Where an island paradise

is 20 minutes away,

2 ease the stresses of life

keeping them @ bay.

 

Where rush hour

couldn’t be any slower;

Where service

couldn’t be more of a horror.

 

Where money is the order of the day.

But @ the end of the day

it remains,

scarce to many.

 

All the while,

it still remains a land of smiles,

and can supply

a nite of madness, mayhem or style.

With folks dressed 2 impress,

casual then works others,

a nite not 2 4get

is what both sets

are afta.

 

This is where the crème de la crème

meet en masse,

@ the local den

or the spots with supposed ‘class’.

 

Corporate & political bigwigs,

& blue collar individ’s,

can easily come together

over a few drinks.

 

This is my home

where I reside,

with its pitfalls

& all;

Powercuts,

Infrequent water supply & more;

But its where I’ve had the best of nites;

the best of days

the best times.

and so I’ll

…hail its name.

This is my

D.S.M!

                    

Author's Note

Ignore grammar/spellin matters