Kaguvi Street Blues
Went round to Kaguvi Street around ten
Downtown Harare to collect my car fan
Temperatures this time of the year high thirties
Making myself and my car hot and thirsty
Brought my cooling fan to have new brushes fitted
To ensure heat doesn't get my car temperature lifted
Kaguvi street is where car spares are sold
If not streetwise your troubles will increase many fold
Money counting touts shouting
Fake mechanics leaving customers doubting
Pentecostal churches competing to be heard by God
Robbing their pious congregants of their gold
It was my lucky Sunday saved of despair
Found my car fan already repaired
My auto mechanic tested it for me
Showed me the worn out brushes he yanked free
I walked back to my little Honda Fit
Street hawks asking if my fan was already fixed.
Drove out of town from Kaguvi Street blues
Under the watchful eye of Kaguvi Street crews
Kaguvi Street cruise
Kaguvi Street blues
Wow nice one my brother understood only by those who have been there and by God’s grace survived
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh that's great. Finally you escaped and managed to get good results. Thank-you.