Life Has No Formula
I loved her so much,
I left her with my mom, son and dad.
I promised her so many things
Good life, new house, luxury car,
Peace, joy and eternal love.
I thought to find life in the big city.
I found some gold on the street.
I ended up in prison.
Life was so hard;
I came back home.
My mom and son were dead ;
My wife was married to another man.
She was pregnant,
I missed what to say,
My father was the major cause
Of the family destruction
He abused my mom to death
I cried a lot, no one could wipe my tears.
My wife blamed me,
No one knew that I spent ,
Forty eight months in prison.
I could not phone or email them,
It was a surprise to reach my village alive.
People thought that I married a city woman.
I became so popular in the village ,
That was my short way to death.
My rival hunted me day and night.
The village became like hell,
Jealous people threw some witchcraft
In my tuck-shop.
My legs paralyzed,
So wounded,
My body smelled terrible.
I smelled my death while alive
What do people want?
Doing well, they hate you.
Doing badly, they hate you,
Oh God, forgive them
Here I am coming to You
Take my soul with You
Good bye Evil and good people
Life has no formula.
Copyright © Alfonso II Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris | Year Posted 2017
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