I even treated her daughter like a beauty pageant contestant;
But what mama in-law told me is that there’s no more bed parties with her daughter;
She needs to get married to that kamhindi with a long nose and tummy;
Do you know why?
Because I’m not yet where they need me to be;
I’m still chasing the clouds;
She told me to keep on singing this old song;
‘Njeri koma, wakoma ningugwita,
Ngurugire ngima ina cama,
Waigua ngima, ni kindu kiri murio,
Kiri murio, ta uki wa njuki’
Until that day when my star resembles his;
But until then I’ll be lost in my lines;
Writing a story entitled: How I lost my girlfriend to an Indian shabby.