If life is a fairytale,
Then let me tell this tale.

Upon this life's billows and sorrows,
There is daughter of Mumbi,
Who wins my heart,
Making me to sin and it hurts.

She hails from the green slopes of Nyeri,
And I from the great land of "omieri",
With a scenery as dull as my cooking,
And hers as green as "miraa",
Maybe I will be her mirror.
What a difference!Maybe its a precedence,
Lets wait and see.

The name of the flower is T,
She makes my soul to flow,
And in return i am slow,
But i am no Saul.

Brother!Brother!
When you see T,
I think she aspires to be a pastor,
But can she make me forget my past or??

Her lips are red hot,
Like the burning embers of a hot charcoal,
Her...