Simiyu My Husband Poem by Sammy Aswani Luyove

My husband Simiyu says he bought his television
To keep himself happy, the reward of my bride price,
My husband thinks TVs are God's art, he argues:
‘When I homed late
There was not cooking, washing…
So I got you my TV, for entertainment.'

Yeah… he likes the late night news:
After the kids doze off, we can now watch his news.
But me, after the daily chores
I can't watch past the summary of the main items.
So my husband is distempered
He calls me lazy and cold
Like the inside of a refrigerator
That he'll take me back to my people
Because I can't watch:
The main bulletins, world news, sports news, weather…
And, but not least, the summary again!
And at last a late night movie!

And the news director; my very own Simiyu
Only runs short commercial breaks, between sections
Followed by instant cuts into the next
Cut…cut…and cut not a single mix!
He says healthy couples
Must watch all these!
So when I doze he asks: Did you eat well?
Puuh! Simiyu my husband?
At this rate, you will break my spinal code!