By Karani Kelvin.
Its five o’clock already!
Gotta get up and run
Put on my cheap suit
Fake silky tie, fake Ethiopian leather shoes
And cheap Somali cologne
(Thank you Eastleigh!)
Image, boss says, is everything
Good for the company
Promotes the brand
Silently, bitterly, I pay for it
Got nothing to send mummy
(Anyhow, boss wears fake as they come
I suppose, he’s got nothing to send too!)
Damn!
Who’ll save us from matatus
Fare rises like politicians’ pay
Stinks like Ongwaro
Should change my hood
Not good for the brand!
(Could have been an MCA
Cant stand the stink though!)
Hi, how may I be of help?
Suddenly, my English is better
And a smile hides my anguish
Boss says we have to smile
Shows joy and enthusiasm
(For the brand, and good for it)
Who’s gonna smile for me?
Who’s gonna take care of my brand?
(Thank you Simmers, beer tastes better here
And oh my, need one of your night nurses
To cool down the place for me!)
Who’s gonna take care of my brand?
(Thank you Simmers, beer tastes better here
And oh my, need one of your night nurses
To cool down the place for me!)
