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,
Tag: africa
Peculiar Things That My Father Told Me
Summer is here, the trees are losing their leaves yet again,
There is an instant drop of lively plants on the riverbank,
We commence our journey to the farm, winding through the bushy table land,
Father used to let me sit on his neck from behind as we jostled through the woods,
Little Strings of Poetry 