I devorced my first crash at the age of 10,
Before being entangled,
And ten is not just a mere number when,
You are intentional on being 2 or two,
To make up for the loss of your dad and mum,
I had thought i would get stunner,
And not stummer…
On getting firmer,
Since we were farmers,
After all,
Over all,
Amongst all,
Getting an early bird baby mama..
It was around 4.30pm, towards term end,
Or term egenda,
When i saw her standing akimbo,
With another dude,
By then, Kimbo was for ghee,
As is butter now, for the battered…
And betrayed..
I frawned my face,
Imitating our spotty bull Rugondo,
Charging behind the kraal,
Sharpening its long horns,
Imagining its foe..
Taring tearfully, apart,
The red anthill, of the savanah..
Even when there was no opponent,
It sharpened its long horns and charged,
Dropping its pooo,
Doing its do..
I loved you Rugondo,
You taught us how to charge!
Life, is always on the Charge..
One time, it charged against Bahaana,
The cow thief revered for his skill…
That night, he never made a kill..
For his skill..
Whence i saw, this yankie duckie,
Eavesdropping with this hunk,
I froze..
And had, a dripping nose..
“ Should i now go to Rose?”
I pondered…
Until the time to go home,
Escaping the rat trap,
What an emotional wrap?
It was a waspy bite,
Without a fight..
Like Kafiti, the Village Wag!
