Nyege Nyege and agreeing to a voluntary final day kidnap

It was emotional today,

Three days of bonding appear like years,

Those lock-down years, yearning, yawning

Life is a bitch, they say,

To say the least, its like a witch,

Witch-hunting, where the hunter is hunted,

Now haunted,

By this Nyege Nyege feat of a feast..

The real diversity code..

Its really odd..

Like growing old..

I yearned for the kidnap,

Without a handcap..

With this, Mzungu gundi gundi..

After two days of misadventure,

I asked her, her true name,

Marybroskvit so it sounded,

Then in the name, i settled for Mary,

And declared“ I want to Marry you”..

To which she said” Do you have some, I mean some dollars?” I wanna pay some bills..

I looked left, then right, it was night,

And i replied” Yeah i know Dorah”

But we left her in Kla,

With Billy..

Feeling bilittled..

Like a beetle,

I crawled back,

Step by step into my gratosque emotions..

And reminisced, on this failed kidnap,

Again, Like Kafiti, the Village Wag.