Pregnant

From the time I wake up,
My eyes are pregnant with sleep,
To the road on my way to work,
Pregnant with traffic.

On arrival at the office,
The desk is pregnant with work,
A rush to the bank,
The banking hall is pregnant with queues.

The french fries cafe,
Always pregnant with queues and smoke,
The noisy matatu,
Pregnant with excess passengers.

The boss,
Pregnant with unpaid taxes and illicit affairs,
The youth,
Pregnant with joblessness.

The cabinet is almost bursting seams,
Pregnant with ministers and their assistants,
The parliament exudes flatulence of yet to be discussed bills,
Pregnant with fat cats that embezzle for a living.

The mayor,
Pregnant with land grabbing scandals,
The office of the town clerk,
Pregnant with undone repairs of the city.

The streets,
Pregnant with hawkers and pickpockets,
The city parks,
Pregnant with jobless sots.

Surely,
With all this pregnancy,
The world is not using protection.