Hot Iron

Little fingers stay away Mommy needs you to be at bay But you are like, mommy no nay Tiny young one are you trying to stray Mtoto akililia wembe mpe (swahili proverb) When a child cries for a razor blade, give it to him But why does it have to be "him"?, I ask without pay You know boys, lets say Well, girls too are a little crazy Girls and boys I will give you hay to play That should cool the iron, yay!!

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Kp Nunez

Date: 3/9/2015 5:04:00 AM

Oh, what a cruel proverb...haha. You have an angaging way to tell the story, Njeri. Love it. Hugs! :) Kim

Njeri Hunjeri
Date: 3/9/2015 5:36:00 AM

The proverb is actually like one of those cautionary ones. In the sense that if the kid cries for a razor blade, and he/she gets it. More likely he will get a cut and that cut will be a teaching/warning lesson to him or her. Thank you Kim for this visit.

William Gray

Date: 3/8/2015 12:31:00 PM

Love your writes Njeri!. Thanks for sharing!.

Njeri Hunjeri
Date: 3/9/2015 5:26:00 AM

Thank you Bill

Julia Ward

Date: 3/8/2015 11:10:00 AM

Atmospheric realism! Julia, :)

Njeri Hunjeri
Date: 3/9/2015 5:25:00 AM

Thank you so much Julia.