When i was a teenager i used to play innocent when mama was home,
I was so harmless until my mouthy neighbour uncovered my true colours,
I used to follow Kasanga our able house boy as he drove the flock out for grazing,
We became friends as the days went by, so he would tell mum that I’m the best herdsman he’s ever met!

Mama didn’t realise that i used to blackmail Kasanga with four pieces of goat meat,
So, we left the homestead, headed towards Muooni river,
Nzilu was the name of our mighty bull, the only reason i tagged along,
Under his neck, rested a giant bowl-like bell that acted as a signal to strangers,
It was an alarm for any newcomer walking by to keep off, cos Nzilu was a mortal killer,

He had the physicality of the dark African buffalo,
When we arrived at the river, all eyes was on my favourite king,
As a daily routine, he went down on his knees to quench his thirsty tongue,
Since he enjoyed the privilege of being the most powerful bull fighter in the region,

Little did he know that the enemy was keenly watching his steps,
Mutune my neighbour’s cow came running, fetching Nzilu from behind like a shovel,
The battle was on, the other cows watched from far to avoid being bruised,
After a few minutes of receiving tough headers from my punisher,
Mutune, raised a white flag as he vanished through the nappier grass on the banks of Muooni river!
One more time, Nzilu the undertaker emerged victorious, it was the happiest moment of my life!