Youngest
One day I met an old woman,
Who said am supposed to greet,
Her harsh words made me scared,
But then I said "Shikamoo Bibi".
With her beautiful white hair,
She just look at me angry,
She didn't reply to my greeting,
I wondered like what I should do!
So I decided to go closer,
And started taking selfies with her,
Again angrily she said "sitaki mapicha",
I said sorry but "lazima utabasamu."
She then touched my younger face,
And she said to me "Udogo Ni zawadi"
I smiley with my camera on to capture it,
Then she smiled and start walking away
Slowly.
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