First Stage Of Grief

Wrap your arms around me
Hold me oh so tenderly that I might die
Caress my ears with whispers
Nibble my beautiful long African neck
My love
Your embrace is hotter,forget about an erupt virgin volcano
Swirl me around
Again...

Anyango and Nanjala are dying of jealous
They are ashamed of the coldness
From their so called lovers
They wish
They long for...
Look at Nanjala(what a piteous sight)
Eyes red and puffy from smoke and insomnia
Her brain fermenting like the powerful concoction
Her body no longer tight
Like mine...

Touch my lips
This physical perfection is all yours
Drink from my youthfulness Omwami
When Oduor sees you
He will know
He will wish
Come closer son-in-law of my father
Hero of the Wanga........

Aaaarg,again!
Uncountable moons gone
Yet the first stage of grief still grips my heart
Whence did my lover go?
I hear Wamakuyu is generously preaching
Of how I'm worse than an emaciated cow suffering from diarrhea
I don't care...
Beauty lies in hands of the beer holder
And this bottle of rum from his mother-in-law is ENOUGH...
Hiccup...