I Am Told

I am told I’m a widow that I lost my spouse times ago this is wrong, wrong, wrong! I have matrimonial husband when he gets money he drinks, dances, sings and gets lost for many years Clansmen want to inherit me and keep the children property they want safe this I do not accept there is hidden agenda not children, not property Gold, silver mines, fertile soils these are at the bottom of their hearts They tell me their brother left for them free garden with their sharp hoes and bags of seeds at hand They’ll dig red volcanic soil to have abundant harvests and hunger would fly away “No, no, joke for now”, I tell them “Let my children grow up your ugly tongues won’t rain on me any more’!