There's a hill down from a certain stream before you head to nkubu
"A sturbon hill"
Stands tall while short
Makes the cars have heavy breath

That where my grandpa chased his first mzungu
With his panga and a bow
Till now he sees himself as an assasin
Even though he died🥹🥹

I wished for the time to pass
But i forgot it was my life

And i will be here
Only this time🥹🥹

He wrote on a paper plane
"She is gone
Just vivid memories of her and I
Only moon knows"
Threw it away to the 'sphere

Paper plane came back
But his lover never came back
Sad him everyday
The guy who smiled overlay

the yellow rays of sunset
found them just as love found them they were lovers
since days of diapers and creo
along the way
books took their old self away

the boy now wanted to hove around with hoes
he always thought thats the way to mans
enjoyment
the girl was sick of him she went for his uncle

they meet on christmas eve now
time really went too fast

"i will grow old someday
how will i look
like my uncle??
No*!
cant be a brew lover
like my grandpa?
No *!
i will always be faithful to one woman"
the boy used to remind himself as he grew up

dont know what happenned
but
both his grandpa and uncle
now warns him
they think
he went too ******* himself

"if you ever meet old me
greet him
if you ever meet young me
show him a video
of old me"
he bluffed before knocking out
the boy had lost his life saving touch

"i will grow old someday
how will i look
like my uncle??
No*!
cant be a brew lover
like my grandpa?
No *!
i will always be faithful to one woman"
the boy used to remind himself as he grew up

dont know what happenned
but
both his grandpa and uncle
now warns him
they think
he went too ******* himself

"if you ever meet old me
greet him
if you ever meet young me
show him a video
of old me"
he bluffed before knocking out

the boy had lost his life saving touch

they wanted a hero
they named him hero from the word go
The kid had hopes for the whole village
His mom thanked God till she aged

he grew up
robin hood of western
hong kil **** of asia
rensponsibility on his slimmy shoulders
knowing he will leave tomorrow

he lived for people
he died for the people
they say
never to reach their expectation

he did hung himself on the city walls
eventually walls had ears
hero never became the villain