Mutheu Doesn't Care!

In the depths of dusk's remorseful hue,

Mutheu's heart quivers, heavy and askew.

Her gaze, burdened by shadows of deceit,

Reveals the wound of trust's swift defeat.

Once her heart danced in the halls of love's embrace,

But now it stumbles, caught in shame's fierce chase.

For in the veiled secrets of dalliance's embrace,

Her folly's dagger left their bond a woeful trace.

Ndolo, once the beacon of her cherished dreams,

Now stands wounded, betrayed by love's wayward streams.

For trust, once gifted with unguarded grace,

Now echoes with the ache of its shattered embrace.

Mutheu's tears, now rivers of repentant sorrow,

Yearn to turn back time, to heal each painful morrow.

Yet the truth remains, stark and unforgivingly clear,

That love's frailty wounded what was once held dear.