Life is too sweet,

Only when God is in it,

Let it be sweet

 

She is just a month old,
But she is really tall,
Her tiny fingers, tiny toes, tiny nails...
Shows how tender the young is

When she opens her tiny eyes,
She stretches, and fills the earth,
Oh...Yes!
She owns it

Don't touch her,
Shhss! You might hurt her,
She is an angel...
Come and see her

Mya, my friend's baby.

Fikira yanisonga, sina wakuhonga,
Nzito kweli, tatanisha kweli,
Namwambia jubarati, si bahati,
Atafanya, ataniinua atabeba

Your dimples are deep like the floor of the rift valley,
Huge smile, tugid like cucumber,
Your lips glitter-greesy like sausage...
Your hug engulfs and tightens like a pull-neck t-shirts,
Your love is good though far from God's...

She smiles wide, and hugs,
He is dry, and hurts,
She talks well, and tells,
He shouts high, and swells,

She is close, when close,
He is near, when far,
She receives when I call, she calls... not at all,
He passes by, He is wise,

She he, he she, she he