Anguished laments I have in my heart

Everyday wondering how Vera would carry onDawn cracks she’s there awake doing choresWhile Mutethia busy sleeping and snoring hmmm!Warmth of his bed eating his flesh and engulfing him

Vera busy with chores while Mutethia snoring zzzMutethia wakes up, eats and drives his sleek BMW to workWhile she’s there at home sitting and waiting for him in evening

Like a faithful dog she accept everything she’s given because of being a womanShe can’t object because its Mutethia’s belief she’s feebleBut how long shall this continue in our society while we stand

When Mutethia’s want to maintain status quo of their ownAt our very own home we are the very one destroying our Vera’sMutilating them in the name of tradition, their womanhood destroyedWhile Mutethia go scoot free while tradition protecting themA pack of hounds we are surely in this society!

How long shall an African woman sob and we stand on the fenceI cry! Because she’s been left in an island unguarded and susceptibleHave we ever sat back and thought about our women’s emotionsThe pain, the agony and psyclogical torment and aftermathBecause of it mother Africa encounters problems and painIn giving birth to Mutethia junior, senior and the rest

Let’s feel their sorrow and agony filled in their heart but, whyAll this?I stand over a weeping African woman because of my prideTo rub away tears of sorry and replace it with jovialness

To nurture the strength and woman in an African womanTo her, light is glowing and slowly rising to shine its fullestLet’s heal our women and protect them not to darken her lightBecause at the end of the tunnel, there is light for her African women.