Formerly, my grandparents went into market places
where Obokano Minstrels or Nyatiti Minstrels,
always sang the songs we should ever remember…
that once upon a time,from the heart of Europe,there came to this country of theirs,
a first young lady with strong chin and blonde hair;
and the young lady arrived, yes, yes ,yes,
to make her home among the acacia where lion roars.

It was there that young lady met her bridegroom,
a British man,
with goatee chin and powerful witchcraft
who tamed the savage in the savage lion
and (whom like an English poet)
tamed nature red in tooth and claw.
Until from a marriage without a child
There grew nyakumahinya.
That is:
human-love for-mother-earth-and-her-living-beings.
1 comment:
this is great jo.cool
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