Love, is emotions gone wild,
Like being blown away by wind,
Infact the dusty whirlwind,
That blew Kyankazi at the funeral,
The funeral of Kembaga,
The neighbour of Kasimoni,
To settle, perhaps the grudge,
The neiborhood land grudge,
At the funeral concierge…
The first time i fell in love,
It was a deep hole, a vampire cave,
That sadated and swallowed my whole,
A journey of malaigned fortitude,
I was less fortunate,
With Fortunate,
The girl who went wild with the wind..
It blew her bossom,
The red dress,
Dressed up, to cover her curvey face,
Like, one with a Lesu,
Ai Yesuu…
There was a stich in her shoe,
Every now and again,
A dig like that of a village hoe,
Hoeing my empty, dry garden,
Like a Shoebill without shoes,
A kind of near death cut,
That stuck in my pockets’ heart..
Alas the while,
Like Kafiti, the village wag..
