We would spent our day at the plains, herding and chasing after squirrels, rabbits and deers,
Not a single day we would leave the forest without a substantial catch, one of us would carry a dik-dik across his shoulders as we treaded back home,
With my two other cheeky cousins; Ngovi and Ngomoli, we were more dangerous than electricity; they nicknamed us as “lethal sons of a thunderstorm”
We were feared in the neighborhood, the bond between us grew stronger day after day,

We had agreed to leave our respective homes just to keep alive the house of our grandpa,
The three of us; I as Nguma, the famous one, Ngovi, the slapping machine and Ngomoli the abductor was a deadly trio you wouldn’t want to mess with,
Before jetting out of our home, we would carry with us rolls of wires for hunting,
Also we would hang bows diagonally across our little thoraxes and head deep in the south of our ancestral land,

Driving out our grandfather’s cattle was a thing we enjoyed since we knew how mascular the cows were,
Just incase we were to release one bull for fighting, it was a wild game that we really enjoyed watching,
Along the way the flock would block every small passage for passers-by,
Though my papi was a wealthy man, he never followed the ungodly path of King Solomon,
He was still a faithful man to Mbaika our grandmother, they lived a long happy life,

Now after spending a whole day in the bushy plains, hungry and thirsty,
We would hurriedly lead the cattle back home, this time through a short route that meandered up to grandpa’s place,
On arrival, we would find find a mountain of ugali with chicken meat deliciously prepared by grandma,
Within a blink of an eye the mountain would be reduced to nothing, we used to bombard food like hungry pregnant pigs!!!😂🤭