THE NYERI WOMAN

The Nyeri woman,
Full of sympathy
Takes her man from the trench
With brains gone blank, the irony
Of several bottles he did quench
She keeps her trust for him
She washes him to drain the drench
Of the perspiration
Of the liquor; stimulation

She struggles to survive
Solves her marital stress in solitude,
Secluded,
Stranded
She seeks salvation
Still stuck to the vow:
“For better or for worse”

But when worse is just terse
That life gets to the worst
She knows,
The vows need no more bows
And beats the devil out of him.
She gains energy
As he yells childishly
Bewildered by the blows
Of a Nyeri woman.