Power House

My grandfather is wise He found me resting under a tree, legs in the air thinking not with flavor but with pain of pains eating flesh and bones of my life “I know your case”, he told me “Come eat these roots daily, The roots of Mulondo* are the power house of life Any hill you cannot climb tree you can’t reach the top you will reach there gladly The birds that laugh at you will leave branches of trees down they will kneel for you and sing beautiful melodies in praise of your name conqueror of the hills the marathon runner, champion will be your nicknames and golden medal of leaves you will wear for ages”. (Mulondo is a herbal medicine for men who can't climb hills in my homeland)