Tell Mama I tried my best,
To cope with the wife she brought me.
A wife she saw a perfect match,
Was indeed a team too strong to win.
Tell Mama the daughter of Nyakundi is too hard to handle,
The one whose education she thought is average,
Her knowledge surpasses that of a graduate,
She knows what a graduate knows not.
Tell mama my wife's garden is not dry as she said,
Tell her my watering can is of no use now,
There's a swamp in the garden,
Every time I strike with a jembe the water flows easily,
Making it uncomfortable for me to dig.
I'm not used to wearing gumboots to my own garden,
Please ask her what I should do.
Tell Mama she was wrong,
When she said my wife doesn't know how to drive,
Yet every night she drives me crazy,
By turning me to 180 degrees at a high speed,
Making me to wonder who taught her how to drive.
The one Mama thought was God fearing,
Goes out raving every weekend,
Leaving me behind with children,
To take care of them till she returns.
Tell Mama her son is tired and wants a rest,
All this trouble was brought by her,
At least she should have listened to me,
When I suggested of choosing my wife myself.
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