No Sleep
He does not sleep
he who is father of girls.
On his wooden ragtag bed,
he counts all night,
“These five fingers are five cows.
And this other one, five goats;
How many daughters do I have?
Six daughters!
Oh, what a wealthy fellow!
Let the sun rise quickly,
and the moon delays to come.
I will go and ask for my things,
and a powerful man I shall live.
cows, goats turkeys, everywhere
as many as times six daughters
Hurray!”
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2018
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