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.
Copyright © Lucy Wangari | Year Posted 2015
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