I curled in my sleep
Like a fetus in a womb
And I had a dream.
I was ALMOST becoming a law maker
Or like Boniface Mwangi calls them; a healthy fat M-pig
And I knew I would make my stomach more round.
Like a tick
I would suck the bleeding economy dry.
Like a robber
I would put a sack over the heads of those nosy journalists.
Like a sharp shooter
I would nay down any motion meant to tame the party.
Like a Kleine-Levin Syndrome patient
I would finish up my dream on the cozy parliament chair.
Like a wounded lion
I would ferociously protect the thrive of kitu kidogo.
Like Iddi Amin
I would potently ‘fry’ any positive big mouth.
Like a Pope
I would bless all those who know how to own neglected land.
Like Martin Luther King, Jr.
I would be ingenious enough to give eloquent oration of hate speech.
Like Amou Haji
I would bath in all the good things associated with any MP.
And why won’t I break those laws that I would later remember to reverse?.