| Evening tales After the evening meal we hurried to the fire place young boys and girls each found a good palce near her allowing us to settle she started wisdom lines criss cross her face she was beauty in her prime time and the harsh african weather did not spare her her voice was gentle and controlled; there was a girl and her mother who stayed in an isolated hut a beautiful mud hut the girl's name; Chewele next to the hut was a forest a dark frightening forest in the forest stayed Dimo Chewele's mother decide to move away the girl loved the hut so much, she stayed behind Dimo tried to trick her Go away i know its you Dimo Dimo swallowed a smooth hot stone the soft gentle voice tricked the girl the last flame danced and slowly died away the younger ones were already asleep she looked at them with gratitude and longing 'young and innocent; she woke them up and we all went to sleep. , |
| Indigenous born under the open blue skies to the wailing winds across the sands dunes to the overwhelming cosmic spirits of the Kgalagadi remnants of the ancient world that tease the mind born to the water people who transverse the cool clear waters in canoes sure and confident as fish eagles facing the reddening setting sun over the Okavango blue lagoons born of the flamboyant and proud people who pay their dues on back breaking taskes tilling the soil along the banks of Limpopo and Shashe river for a new crop of hope and awakening to emancipate the soul of the unborn born near rolling green hills echoes of enchanted baboons at a distance the valley below perfumed by magical scents of Mompodu fruits brown, black and white cows drinking water that ooze at the base of Tswapong hills |
| Woman's toil saw her bending over to weed the crop her hand-hoe raise above her head in synchrony with her friends it hit the ground with the might of an African woman heard them singing ' Mmangwane mpelegele' saw her cut sorghum in the field the knife moving with inborn expertise together they moved to the rythum of the song to bring the season harvest to the grain basket heard them singing ' Mmangwane mpelegele' saw her with a willowing basket whistling for wind to cleaning tomorrow's food falling grain from array of baskets made a spectacular sight heard them singing 'Mmangwane mpelegele' saw her high on top of a mud hut her friends throwing her bundles of grass her hands deligently making the roof to shut out the heat and cold heard them singing 'Mmangwane mpelegele' saw her with a bundle of wood on her head on her back, a cute bundle of her love her hands carrying watermelons to make the evening meal her stride sure and strong heard her signing 'Mmangwane mpelegele' saw her bathing the children serving food to her man drawing water from the river heard her singing 'Mmangwane mpelegele' either alone or with her friends, her work is never finished |
| Natural melodies he separated the kids from their dams least they go astray the naughty new mother refuse to go picking a can of mageu he followed the flock the leader was a good metres ahead others followed dedicately the flock reached the flat plain covered with tall grass so lash and green its dew make the morning air soft scattered deliberately were acacia tree some in bloom pink, white and yellow flowers hang lazily in unison they perfumed the air making it a magic to the alfactory in no time this flowers will give birth to fruits fruits so delicious goats go crazy moving from tree to tree to gooble as much having settled to their meal he brought out his reed flute in contact with his mouth, a note suddenly filled the plain the second note followed it lingered in the air seemed to reached the horizon and softly dissapeared it merge with the summer bloom and sunshine local signers stopped on their tracks astound no signer did ever sing so enchanting melody they avowed that indeed he has talent so they joined him and it only seem natural music flowed from tree tops to the ground notes of summer in harmony with each other the flute melody reflected the light hearted spirit of the boy the birds, only what is natural to them |
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