There Was a Fly

There was a fly,
Not long ago,
that used to visit our isimba
Every sunup.
But the son of my uncle killed it,
Because it used to disturb his sleep.
Now, now Mrs. Kamau
Whips him, quotidianly,
For arriving late in school.

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