The early bird catches the worm, without the blow of a horn that sirens,  

Soaring high in the earliest hours at the crack of dawn as the dew moltens, 

To eke out living and satisfy the endless hunger, 

Nobody ever talks about the lengths it takes, 

And the silent disguised shackles young blood with riches are chained. 

Young & Rich. 

Born into a bloodline of generational treasures,  
In a family that seeks materialistic pleasures,  
And a society that prides itself in uncountable measures,  
You are bound to a chronicle you barely chose,  
Heavy is the crown that you must bear, bound by the eternal responsibility,  
You are burdened with reaping early fruits of your bloomed success,  
Leave alone the inherited legacy of the name thee carries, a reputation of nobility attached to this status.  

A number claim and grossly mistake this path as ‘privileged’,
Not ever having to know the harsh reality of life and having less, 

That you are blessed to be at an easier position that easily greases the tough wheels life rolls out on the common ‘mwananchi’,  

Never having to work under the scorching sun and eat your own hard-earned sweat,  
Only few know that what comes as a blessing, has its own curse,  
And even fewer have the relativity of when success and riches come knocking early,  

It is a journey through the agonizing game of thorns prior to escalating to the game of thrones,  
It deprives you off youth sensation, and counting all the hours of striving,  
There is never room for exhaustion, rather room for learning,  
Intrusive thoughts never cease to make way ignited by the constant staccato of whispers and gossip of those who pray for your downfall, 

They say that it gets lonely at the top, but it must be lonely below,  
The constant thoughts pressurizing you about falling off and not being a disgrace to a successful lineage fuels you to walk through the fire, 

Bravely facing every doubting Thomas and making them believe that you were forged by fate to ball and that this wealth is timeless, 

You are hungry and passionate to fulfill what lies before you, you want to learn the game and control the fame and balance it like yin and yang.  

You want to get that Givenchy and still be loyal to your God, who said the rich don’t belong in the Holy house?
Yes, they may seem like golden days, with all at your disposal, they say…
You are told to watch out and don’t let the ego get to you, says a church mouse, 

Well, because what comes before a fall?… And obviously money is said to have its distinctive malign, one of them being pride… 

That slowly it starts to take over your heart and soul, slowly it rots, and you decay in the deep roots of desires, darkness of money and its accompanying demons,  
Asiye funzwa na mamaye, hufunzwa na ulimwengu, 

And the world has taught me that I am better off with rich problems,  
I yearn for just a day where my feelings and thoughts are as plain as my rich problems, but we don’t choose our lives…
Money doesn’t buy happiness, rather it buys comfort, a phrase only the rich relate to, and I won’t rest till I become the next wolf of WallStreet. 

And that is the blessing graced upon thee when riches come knocking early, young & rich…