Tall standing at the heart of the village
This ageless mango tree
Attracting climbers regardless of age
Drains my bones of sap
Oh, weak I am! I can't speak...
How would I reach its fruits firm
Whose astounding succulence reigns village gossip?
Those who up hauled themselves to pluck them
are confined to wheelchairs and crutches
Those who endeared their selves to its warm fragrance
are giving psychiatrists sleepless nights!
It's under the cool shed of this tree
All village virmin cut thirst
Brewed by boring bedminton;
or nagging and absent wives.
A whole month's sweat is deposited
In the small depthless hole of the tree
As many stop
To partake of the fruit of Eden
Before sunset...
Soon there will no man left
Herein to serve fertile women
Who will cut this tree?
Wanjala claims to be one
Because he starves manuring her;
Wafula claims to be one
Because he drains himself watering her;
But Manila claims to own her--
He sleeps not, putting eyes on her
So out the bulls face each other
Leaving her tall standing thus, like before.
(c) wafula p'khisa
Whose astounding succulence reigns village gossip?
Those who up hauled themselves to pluck them
are confined to wheelchairs and crutches
Those who endeared their selves to its warm fragrance
are giving psychiatrists sleepless nights!
It's under the cool shed of this tree
All village virmin cut thirst
Brewed by boring bedminton;
or nagging and absent wives.
A whole month's sweat is deposited
In the small depthless hole of the tree
As many stop
To partake of the fruit of Eden
Before sunset...
Soon there will no man left
Herein to serve fertile women
Who will cut this tree?
Wanjala claims to be one
Because he starves manuring her;
Wafula claims to be one
Because he drains himself watering her;
But Manila claims to own her--
He sleeps not, putting eyes on her
So out the bulls face each other
Leaving her tall standing thus, like before.
(c) wafula p'khisa
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