In love with her but, she’s an Indian girl
Say can’t marry her, she’s an Indian girl
Only the heavens can describe her beauty, it’s nothing but perfection
Only a mermaid can rival her body shape, character need no correction
Want to know her eyes, just look at the stars
Skin so perfect; no single blemish, has no scars.
Studying for end semester exams in the library, was when we met
In Uhuru Park; later on watched basketball at Railways club, first date
And how beautiful she looked in that dress, a blue sari
Smiling at every stranger, baking sun but ‘king with no hurry.
Feeling ecstatic by the pool, with childish fervor throwing stones in the water
Told me she feels as free as a swallow away from that house, the only daughter
Her folks say she has to marry this stranger back in India
Never met before, only seen his photos through social media.
I love you babe, after graduation together let’s run away
Love you too, but maybe we should just let fate have its way
Deep inside I’m scared, though her words enticing
Boy you’re mine forever, presumptuously states; rising.
Call it a day, orange sun warning Nairobi city from the West
Got her in a matatu for home in South C, no Uber but this’ the best
On my way home pondering over everything, is this idea really benevolent
My heart heavy, from a distance feel a headache, the future looks ambivalent.
Want to marry this Indian girl, in love with her
Afraid of her culture, will it allow this love get far
Wish her family was colorblind, told me sometimes her friends mock her
Saw the way her mum looked at me, watched as she was dragged into the car.
Timothy Khamali from a village in Western Kenya and Sarika Patel did it, didn’t they?
Back in 2007 Clement Olunga and Harpreet Syan did it, didn’t they?
Kisumu East MP Shakeel Shabbir happily married to a luhya, why can’t I marry an Indian girl?
I will marry when I want, who I want; hopefully she will be my beautiful Indian girl.