KASAZILE

PRODIGAL DAD  Maaa Maaa, where did he go? Is he dead? If not yet then, where did he go? Maaa Maaa, is there food? Is there bread? If not then, it's because family head went. Maaa Maaa, are parents mothers only? When I reached twenty she was single While we were sleeping empty Head was in the club popping bottles With ladies and claiming how he's single. Maaa Maaa, Children are now grown, They're already parents, And headman too grew old, And he was never forgotten. Just like prodigal son His children welcomed him back. His wife acted like nothing ever happened And she embraced him tightly from his back. By Paul Wanjiku             <script async src="https://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js?client=ca-pub-4343313269690969"      crossorigin="anonymous"></script>