It’s Not End Of Semester, But Mama, Am Coming Home

Mama, am coming home; it’s not end of semester, we did not riot; neither is it end year, but Mama, am coming home.

But am formless, I can’t walk Mama
I heard them call it casket, that they will take care, of damages Mama
We are now damages, Mama am coming home.

The brakes failed Mama, Jomba, our good driver tried
Jomba struggled, Jomba wailed, Jomba hooted, Jomba swerved
We saw him in sweat, it’s not him Mama
But the brakes, Mama am coming home
Mama, I forgot to tell you, I play soccer
Ooh, used to play soccer, was the Messi of Kenyatta University
To represent KU in the competition that never was, Mama am coming home
Mama, you have sold Rose, our only cow, to clear my fees last week but the brakes didn’t hear any of that
Mama, you had cleared the hostel fees, you had refilled the gas, sadly before I use it
Mama am coming home

Breathless, lifeless, broken, disfigured Mama I don’t have the degree, the brakes couldn’t allow me finish
It’s not my fault, never to fit a gown
Lights are out Mama, it’s all dark in here
Mama am coming home
Mama, could this be the saying that Keende Mombasa ralia, kurudi ni matanga?
Tell my younger sister, to take up the desk
At Kenyatta.
Bye Kenyatta University, be kind to my little sister
Bye Mama
Rest in peace Comrades
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