It is my turn...
I know of a man,
A Hercules of a man.
Currently in the Marriage Institute of Monogamy.
He has a string of children
The eldest and the youngest; no difference,
What the Music teacher would say
The father of many,
Is a darling to breathtaking literate graduates
How he dances salsa with that pregnant belly...
Or engulf the lasses in a heartfelt embrace
I don't know.
On Market Day,
A mad woman from Awendo
Joked of how his buttocks are in a constant competition to reach his back...
Here comes the juicer part,
As the moon beamed radiantly
Reminding women of the fertility season,
Father of many was spotted,
As we speak,
He is nursing a wounded spirit
And I think a lost jembe...
Thanks to Mama watoto,he will plough no more.
So much to licking honey from forbidden beehives.
"Fellow woman,tie the firewood on my back,
I need to rush home
My husband is waiting...
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