The Disappearance

THE DISAPPEARING ACT Been a while since you left for Dubai You said to me, ‘it’s not that mbali’ You would soon be right back And my bags I could start to pack Swing low, Sweet Cheruiyot! I gave to you all my savings Had to ignore all my pals ravings You were off to make some money Coming back to be my honey Swing low, Sweet Cheruiyot! Very soon will be baby’s birthing I feel so anxious in this my bedding Guys now starting to ask hard query ‘When’s he coming, this unseen daddy?’ Swing low, Sweet Cheruiyot! Why haven’t you called, my dark Raven? Take me away to that Arabian haven Please come back to carry me home Stop me moping like an empty dome. Swing low, Sweet Cheruiyot.