By Kaisa Noreman

Kikuyu kikuyu,

I hate your bloody guts.

You grow everywhere,

getting dirt in my socks.

You brake when I pull,

it makes me so mad.

Damn you your monster!

You’re no good – you’re bad.

Like a snake in the garden,

you’re crawling around.

This is not Eden, be gone from the ground!

The sweat is dripping,

like I’m in hell.

I rather dig kumara 7 days a week,

than visit where you dwell.