In campus she was a call girl, her mother was a cougar
She was hundred percent genetically predisposed to become her and she hated
She dated old guys for money
She didn’t believe in shooting stars, but she believed in shoes and cars
She was so confused and dull
Beauty without brains in skull
Didn’t know how to dress in school
Though she thought she dressed cool
Thinking she was too cool for school she spend most of her school time watching cool boys play pool outside kibabii campus
She has no food and she ain’t no fool
To sit around listening to a bunch of gibberations in the name of lectures
So she said
Her father died and her mother lied about it every day
She doesn’t wish to be like her when she grows up but as she blows up
The more she denies her, the more she becomes her
Her mind is fugazi
Her head is so crazy
Her body so lazy
But it’s amazing how she keeps them intellectuals coiled around her little finger
They keep on cooing around her little figure
Singing praises
And bringing down paradise right to her feet
Paying her fee and calling her swee…sweet names
She is doing a course that is interconnected with other courses
She forces her closest friends to keep her informed about her real course
As she deals with the inter-course that she is so accustomed to
They call her Molly
They give her money and she gat power
Money and power are twins
Money ain’t power but money empower and wins
She believes she is too right to be wrong
But life is too short to belong
She gotta make it right with her soul
Before she meets her fall
By Sikanga
