Mama will cry,
When her husband arrives,

He will stagger in,
With a bottle in his left,
And English in his mouth.

He will ask for ugali,
And fish,
And a bit of pepper.

Mama will say something,
And Baba will bark back,
In English.

Mama will start talking,
But a slap will be heard,
And more barking.

Mama will cry,
Baba will slap,

Baba Halima will break in,
And hold,
Baba’s hands.

And Baba will leave,
And Mama will slam the door,
And Mama will cry.