Politics & Social norms


My days are spent
sleeping, shopping, preening,
driving about town in fancy cars
and when inclined, have lavish balls
with girls and friends who have fallen for
my made-believe lifestyle and deceit.

My nights are spent “working”,
hitting the keyboard hard and furious,
making video calls and sending spam mails
as if am a playwright late on a concert
but, I’m a businessman in the truest sense.

Sometimes it feels wrong and odd,
when Stereotype calls me a Yahoo-boy;
when folks call us Internet fraudsters.
We’re self-employed stay-at-homes –
gigs with a Gmail, Facebook account,
Wi-Fi and a reliable Internet connection.

We’re no Robin Hood – we pluck from the poor;
we mug the rich – those with chests full of Greenbacks,
to the greedy, those ruled by their belly – we humble
and to the naïve like a flame igniting straw
we offer unforgettable, yet distressing experiences.

Altho’ I bear the world’s ignominious rebuke –
I am the poster child of a society that celebrates
money and easy means, more than honesty and hard work.
A country with three routes to averting poverty:
being a politician, a lying pastor or a hopeful hopeless gambler,
I’ve chosen the road not taken … my nights I spend “working”!

Copyright © Ugo Nkwoala |Spilledwoords| 2020

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