🎶Auma do you hear me?
Rain is coming;
Bring the cows home. 🎶
Picture me this...
|PS: Play the song as you read.|
The darkness of the night is getting heavier. It is time for the wayward spirits of the night to come out and play.
It is time to sleep.
A flame dances freely right at the heart of your mûjìé (homestead). Naked and completely unadorned; you and your juvenile step-siblings play as you wait for father's wives to prepare the evening meal. Though naked; you have no shame; nor do your playmates. No embarrassment whatsoever. Just as you heard your grandmother once say... "Mwana atemenya"
(A child knows not).
Aaaahh yes... The joyful bliss ignorance of kiddish ignorance.
And besides... Be it not for the pale-coloured man to come and colonize us into covering up; we saw no wrong in bare chests; women and men alike. We disguised only our lower genitalia. (Kinda reminds me of Adam and Eve after eating the fruit and magically noticing they were naked the whole time.)
An emaciated dog speedily runs past you for its dear life. Father; visibly angered; closely chases after the dog with his rungu (club) at hand. "The ground will sip this abominable creature's blood by the time I'm done with it! The ancestors will dine on dog libation today! " he roared.
He meant it.
He kept his word.
For the dog to steal a chunk of goat meat as papa was slaughtering was the dog passing it's own death sentence.
Your drunk uncle is laughing hysterically by now.
Only mad men laugh at the face of death.
Uncle is younger than papa. Uncle is ripe for marriage. However; uncle is not espoused. Nobody is rushing him, for he is a man, and men never go rotten. Women do.
An old man's spit on a seed can still make a tree grow; a woman that stores up her seeds in the granary for too long however, bears no fruit.
The drunk man picks up his nyatiti; sets himself on a 3 legged stool next to the warm embrace of the fire, caresses the strings of his instrument; and in a melancholic, clear baritone; he sings...
🎶Hah
Hahye Hahye
Aye Hahye
Aye Hahye🎶
🎶Auma b'uwinja
Koth biro
Kel uru dhok e dala🎶
🎶(Auma do you hear me? )
(Rain is coming;)
(Bring the cows home.) 🎶
❤