The Red Lights, poetry by Andrew Ndambuki at

The Red Lights

The Red Lights

written by: Andrew Ndambuki



I am lost for words.
Yesterday’s uncle is your today’s cousin and your tomorrow’s brother
Every acquaintance is a relation in this district
The rich man, the poor man, the beggar man, the thief.

I see the red lights reflect on your amber mascara
and see mischief hidden by a merchant of dark pleasures.

Heading for headlights and tailing tail lights
Hiding from headlines and learning the lines that line the pockets
By the book, by the looks, by hook and by crook
To survive in this human jungle called a city.
I am lost for words.

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