Sugarcane in the washroom

I married an adolescent for a wife
I saw her with my bare eyes
She must have no manners
She stared at me with no answers
I saw her cooking ugali with a broom
I caught her eating sugarcane in the washroom
I will send my wife back to her parents
Or to the pub where we first met
She can whisk away her insatiable appetite
To no longer run my silo petite
She likes eating sugarcane in the washroom
I'm a man of a kind heart
I'd forgive her if it were easy
But she brought Kamau along
And lent him a portion of my supper
They ate my sugarcane in the washroom.