Poor Mama Kenya
I pity you
You’re always sick
Suffering from headaches
Running stomach
Given to chronic worries
Red eyes
Bruises in the face
Tears for breakfast
Tears for dinner
Oh, Mama Kenya
Now you stand at cliff
Of heart attack
These aren’t the old days
Your husband loved you
Religiously
When you ate together
As a family
Discussing harmony
Because you were beautiful
Mother of his children
Before he became wild
These are your times
Of chronic regrets
Your wild husband
Has no time for children
He doesn’t listen
No more socializing
His religion is lying
And brutality
When drunk he says you smell
Like a skunk
What a mad husband!
He coughs
And spits on your face
Demanding obedience
Chronical brutality
Rules your home
Your eyes are red always
Out of beatings
Brutality is the payment
From drunken husband
He storms home
Like angry rhinoceros
Breaking pots
Farting and pissing
Tearing your clothes
Mounting you
Pouring poison into you
A monster
For a husband.
Written by David G Maillu
