One day,
When you will be such a C.E.O,
An M.D of a listed company,
When you will be the,
Charles Njonjo of culture,
Importing the blueblood jaguars XJ,
The Jeff koinange of news anchorage,
Also knowing everything about cigars,
Am sure he listens to refined Sauti Soul,
The Trump of real estate,
Also knowing everything about casinos,
You will discover that,
The epitome of such levels,
Comes with things a bit different,
Yet seems the same to an uncultured eye,
When suits are not got off the rack,
But tailored to fit the wearer,
Not your average suit maker,
Imagine four suits priced as a vitz,
A store studded with leather seats,
In my quest to find the perfect suit,
For my frame which is un-easy to get,
Let's just say with my frame rugby I can't play,
I searched through the city shops,
For the suits that will start my lawyering career,
I searched through the city shops,
Shops not one Donald Trump would go to,
But a pocket friendly one yet elegant still,
And as intentional as humans are,
We are unfocused at times,
Cause we are opportunistic creatures,
Intelligently getting sensibly sidelined by opportunity,
I got derailed by other nice fabrics beside suits,
An opportunity to own a sweater so neat so rare was presented,
As I went through the racks of suits like upstarts do,
I ran upon a cable knit sweater,
If you know cricket you would know cable knit sweaters,
They are like the cigars of culture,
And they are much harder to find than jewelry is,
The shop attendant decided I was young,
And expected that I could be an accomplice,
Who would share in ripping off his boss,
To gain something extra under the table,
So he switched price tags for me,
Without my total consent,
So that I carried with me,
A cashmere sweater priced as a woolen one,
A cable knit sweater priced as socks,
And a suit price cut up to almost half,
So I actually earned in my purchase,
Since I paid peanuts for gold,
It was the shops policy to direct customers,
To a tailor after their purchase,
That's what good stores do if you didnt know,
It was on the way that the attendant asked for his cut,
I ignored him like a bad disease,
Until we got to the tailors,
Where I gave that thief-of-a-staff a hundred bob,
As opposed to the stacks of thousands he expected,
He must have thought I would give him six,
Or four from the price cut he gave me,
But I had to purnish him,
Hundred bob instead was punishment enough,
For ripping his boss,
I still feel bad about what I let get done,
I hope one day I will be brave enough,
To expose,
Such filthy acts,
Not causing an unsuspecting boss,
Losses cause of untrustworthy staff,
If I beat myself now about it,
The next time I find myself in such,
I will be angry enough,
To over react,
To even fire staff on the boss's behalf,
Even without the boss's consent!
Now wouldn't that be powerful?
