When men approach 50 or Plus,
Some women, rush for A-Plus
With words like, when you are gone,
Who will take care of the unforeseen?
Like men must go before women,
No wonder,
Some meander….
With no smell of lavender,
They say, they got a defender..
Who can roll out anaconda..
Like a hyena dancing before the full moon,
That kamakune, ehweire!
Happiness, so procured is overly gone…
Yesterday I took mulondo,
A root-herb that is damn sweet-sour,
At the advice of this hawking doctor,
Who, at first, broke a piece,
And chewed at once,
Swallowing the saliva,
From his Kaliba, or Maliba
Jaws quacking like Kalibala,
Excited in Kabalagala!
Then I took four pieces off the car window
Lowering the windscreen without scream,
Like ice cream,
It felt good, like good news in the Bible,
Where the Old was redeemed by the New..
I checked in, chewed and charged the engine,
Ingenuously.
Suddenly, jealous, partook my lower side,
Remembering this dish,
Which never dissed,
As long as the bills were paid,
Kapele, on the sea saw…
The night came early,
As every turn,
Was a tantrum of some sort,
Like Shaba Ranks and the Bedroom bully
Again, Like Kafiti,
The village Wag!