I saw him in green ink
Enjoying with king lion and friends
On the 1960 model table
Before he joined the pink team

He danced with mama Khadija
On her daughter’s initiation ceremony
Managing the whole function
In their beautiful brown suits

He joined the black team
With their long-robed jackets
Promising to bring change
In our Chibavi village

He betrayed us one evening
Castigating his own seniors
Sharing church belongings
Among the outcasts

His lifestyle is so confusing
With his choices and attributes
A friend you cannot trust
Multicoloured friend I have.