Nairobi’s buildings rise high,
With caretakers always on the high,
They’re like heroes not in books,
They fix things up with clever nooks.
There’s Baraza, on Ngong Road he’s found,
Tools in his belt, always around.
Broken lift? He’ll find a way,
With bike parts and string, he’ll save the day.
Then there’s Mama Rose, at Rose Apartments she stays,
With a strong hand, she runs things her way.
Don’t mess with her, or you’ll see,
She’s tough as nails, but fair as can be.
But it’s not just them, their tricks are grand,
When water’s gone, they lend a hand.
They’ll move pipes and find a way,
To make sure water comes your way.
And oh, the gossip they like to share,
With lots of friends, they’re everywhere.
From secret love to bugs that bite,
They talk all day and through the night.
In Nairobi’s city, they’re the stars,
Fixing things and talking in bars.
Caretakers, they’re special indeed,
Helping out with all you need.
