Grand Mother Kitchen Poem by Husna Chikwela

Sory to say on that, I can not speak about that,
When she was playing part, I could not see that,
I do not know what, food wich she could want.

When geting birth after night, I never see her right,
I do not know about, her kitchen looks like,
How she collect dust, and how she cooks fast.

Which was she preparing first? And which was was it last?
Incorrect food to boost, which way she use most?
I am sory on that, I do not know fact.

How was she preparing hen? When sitting at the kitchen?
When hen become burn, what was she doing then?
What about our grand man? Which answer was he return?

I could like to listen, but nothing I have learn,
In how she have mistaken, could not she being beaten?
Will you like to join? How food was being eaten?