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 face is so full of innocence,
Sweet,with wit and grit,
Making me to sweat,
She cant be a police suspect!!,
With a face that can cause no fuss,
But I!Oh!Oh!Oh!

Her skin tone is so fair with a flair,
Hairless,flawless,soft as my potbelly,
Maybe am torn inside,
Even if i dont know her music tone.

Her laugh is so infectious,disastrous,
And her hair dark,
More darker than the pot my mama boils maize in,
Making the food to be hot,
But i am no Harry Potter.
Will i be the enviable laugh of her life?

The first time i met her,
She had a pen written housing finance,
Its like she would pen down finances,
And crunch numbers,
But not her number!!Oh!Oh!
Cause i struggled to get it.

Is this love at first sight?
Then why is the situation tight?
And anyway i don't do impressions,
But expressions,
And lets wait to see her inner beauty,
For that is what matters,
And makes me flatter.

Ba!Ba!Ba!Wake up!,
Am i dreaming?
Maybe its a possibility or a probability,
But if its a dream "Aluta continua",
Cause reality is so full of pain
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