Shamba work

Buy oh! You grannies the best seeds
Bring them in your good old baskets
Bless them in your ancient incantations
Bracing for the hope of bumper harvests
 
Dig oh! Sons of the mighty Muhia
Don’t be lazy like the Hare
Dredge the soil and with care
Don’t argue since the harvest you will share
 
Plant oh! Mothers of the lands
Place the seeds in well spaced mounds
Poke the soil with machetes for the seeds
Pause not until you are through with seeds
 
Weed oh! You daughters of Wanjira
Wallow through the soil deeper
Wipe the sweat trickling your bodies
Waste not your young sinews to groans
 
Harvest oh! You mighty men
Hack the maize stalks until they’re broken
Heave the bean mounds to the gran’
Hastily leave the land bare for planting again!
 
 
 
© GIDRAF MWANGI

*shamba(Kiswahili) = farm