This Is Our Chaalo
THIS IS OUR CHAALO
This is not the lubiri
There is no electricity,
This is not the city
There is no sigiri,
This is our Chaalo,
where we are all buried.
You won't hear the rain,
this is not mabaati;
You'll learn to cook grain,
there is no mugaati;
This is our Chaalo,
Where you got married.
You will blow into the smoke
But you will not choke;
You will run after a cock
Or have nothing to cook;
This is our Chaalo
Where you got married
Those Toothless jaajas
Are your silent judges,
And those drunkard koojas
Have been here,for ages;
This is our chaalo
So you shouldn't be worried.
These are our people
Most good,most evil;
They will sharpen your knife
And call you their wife,
But this our chaalo
Where we shall raise our children.
~joel apeede
Copyright © Joel Apeede | Year Posted 2023
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