1. By Titus Charo Kazungu

2. In a world so unfair, there is one I recall
Mr. Pot Belly I dare, fair and just to all
Everyone he stares, is a candidate for the ball
Be careful not to share, many to the snare fall
Oh Mr. Pot belly, you are a mix of experiences
You are sweet like jelly, it baffles my senses
Yet bitter like a pill, my mouth screams
Overwhelmed at the till, buying food and creams

3. I cannot believe, my villagers celebrate you
They want to live, with you as a cue
Of cars their elites drive, riches, wealth they brew
How do you thrive? many have no clue
Why do you ridicule me, oh urban folks
Like a bad boy I watched him, I hated all the talks
Out of control he may seem, joy, health he blocks
A future without him I dream, by running the tracks

4. Why are there silent scenes, speak to me I pray
Is it my father’s genes? there is nothing to slay
Or the plates I cleanse? moderation may play
Docile lifestyle I please, I have hardened like clay
It’s not what you eat; it’s how you eat it
There is no marathon to beat; you only need to
keep fit
Exercise in cold or heat, consistency may befit
No more will I greet, the road you must hit

5. I have lived with you for years, my health you have
robbed
With much pain and tears, I grumbled and sobbed
Slowly as my conscience clears, I refuse to be
grouped
With men and women who bears, the mark of the
trapped