SHE CALLED ME BABY ...

I once had a sugar mama
she'd call me baby, I'd call her mama
She'd be my baby'a mama
I wanted to be her baby's poppa
we would obey the command of God the father
and fill the earth from one end to the other

She taught me many a thing,
like moans and groans are not always of pain
that my bolingo was not only for urine
and her mouth, goodness! Was not only for eating
she showed me the pleasures beneath her stockings
and made me do many uncouth things

Oh, we had such a great love,
more than what wambui and mbugua would have
I never thought of the opposition we would face,
I thought only of the pleasures I would embrace.
What more? I called her mama, she called me baby
how true that was to be

The day came, to introduce her to my dad
a single father, the best I've ever had
But she stared like a scared cat,
and he glared like a dog ran mad.
He shouted, "not you! Not with our son! "
I asked "what's happening? Dad, what do you mean?"
she replied"I didn't know, it was our son"

My eyes welled up, in tears
She called me baby, I called her momma
She asked me to forgive her
I knew I would never

I don't know how I got the axe
All I remember is her body and head lying apart
It was such an anticlimax.
We buried her by the river,
that night,in the darkness.
But she'll haunt me forever.
for she called me baby, I called her mama,
oh how true that came to be.