You were warned of bearded fellows,
Fellows like me, who have big hearts,
Hiding them in the rough allure of facial mimicry.
You were warned about dating poets,
You were told of them,
Writing unaddressed letters,
Letters they claim were not meant for you,
Nyar Suba you know who the letters speak to.
You were hard headed,
You were stubborn like Mboya from your backyard,
Blood is always thicker Nyar Suba,
And that is how unlucky I came to be,
Impregnating your heart with my ravenous charm,
On that wicked night you told me you were mine.
I do not know what I told you,
“What are we?” from you is what bolted me from my fantasy reveries,
There would be no harm in keeping status quo,
And so we started dating Nyar Suba.
I don’t want to regret being your only one,
I have not hesitated however, when an opportunity presented itself,
You have made me old,
I was in my prime Nyar Suba,
My mirror reflected three cruel wrinkles on my one young face,
As I went to work in my paper chase,
My Italian suit was sagging on my frail body.
My people will talk in hushed tones,
On how I stepped on electricity,
I won’t be able to irrigate my throat with common folk anymore,
They will walk out at my entry,
Nyar Suba, you know I never set foot in Sabina Joy,
But now I suffer the wrath of those who suffer from the wire.
Maybe I should stop crying now,
Let me tell you of how it’s going to be way forward,
Nyar Suba, it is in bad spirit this one,
However, I wish you a great life,
You have done me bad Nyar Suba,
But I will not let my mother curse you.