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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

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