Tando Poem by wairimu Buri

So this back ache I am to nurse,
Till I leave this household
Which I Sure wont miss a bit,
My betrothed shall rescue me
From this donkey life I live.

Tando do this, Tando do that,
After the dishes do the laundry,
Please make me tea, not too much sugar,
All these chores why was I born last!

My new mother welcomes me,
With a new broom and a new pot,
Same old chores, same old ache,
But a new life and a new river to fetch from.

One baby, two, within no time six,
My new mother pleased that am fertile indeed,
I stare in awe at this staircase I made,
More mouths to feed, less raindrops to fall.

Times I wish I wore pants not skirts,
I'd sit and wait to be served, heap of ugali with spinach,
My legs on the stool, not much to worry about,
Like if he shall marry a second, maybe a third

I'd sit and smoke my cigarette, oh how I would love that
A puff after another, smoke out through my nose,
Watching her sweeping the floor, now that view I would enjoy,
Then when the sun goes to sleep we shall make more babies.