The regular rythm of pestle
cease to echo in our neighbourhood
the salivating aroma of homemade soup
is now being replaced by imported tinned.

There is a reduced rate of new borns
and the old ones only satisfy themselves
with the warmth the old nannies can offer
so many changes has taken place
in this little county we call home
mothers have long been called out
to fight for political seat among our fathers
here is the cry from africa
our women have left home for politics
they are now seen in old political boots
roaming and parading the streets
and showing off their woman ego and political ambition
let politics feel the woman
let the world take a new turn
for the woman is about to rule the world

 

in her motherly nature and gift
hurray to womanhood!

 

But...

 

hear the children and fathers cry
'our women have left home for politics'
who will take care of the woman's role
in their individually appointed home?
do not fear when you begin to see
men with babies tied behind their back
and basket laid unceremonially on their head
walking around the market place
purchasing food stuffs with a rehearsed effort

 

Voices are raised...
arguing voices are raised in every home
you can't trade your motherly duty
for some bag of political rubbish!