In every posh home,
There is a pretender son.
A son who looks very liquid,
But he doesn’t have anything.
He sleeps in a bungalow,
He drives,
He wears expensive clothes,
But he does not know their price.
It’s the father or mother who buys them.
A pretender son is very dangerous,
He talks big,
But he has no funds.
He confuses senseless girls,
Family properties are his fishing hook.
You know Mary,
Mary was our village flower.
That brown lady you see with Kiondo,
Kiondo with a jembe,
Going to the garden.
That Mary was once a hotcake.
She could not listen normal village boys.
Mary fell in love with Njoro,
Njoro was a tycoon son.
Mary thought Njoro was a path to riches.
But Njoro was a pretender son.
The house Njoro claimed to be his,
Was built by her mother.
Her mother did not want her sons to disgrace her,
She used to help them.
In fact, Njoro was an employee in their family hardware,
But he had told Mary he owned it.
The double cabin he used belonged to the family.
Mary realized Njoro had mothing when she got married.
But she was too late,
She was already seven months pregnant.
Njoro’s mother did not want her son to marry Mary,
When Njoro defied her,
He was kicked out of the family house.
The vehicle was taken,
And all the rights he had in the family business were withdrawn.
That is how Mary became a village lady.
