THE smell of freshly grown water lilly
Filled the air, (MU'TANG'A) was known for her valleys and streams.
I have always loved staying out doors,
From the Whistling cold breeze,to the hooting call of the owl, and of course,the buzzling sound
Of the night beettle, my feet were cold so I climbed the branch of a red oak, I thought about ma'mi'(mother) she seems to be lost in thought since after the death of father, he used to be so sweet, he takes me out for hunting
and tells tales of how his father killed a (panthera negra) panther, with a single blow from his Arco ( arrow) I never believed him but I liked the tales.
"THE secret to a good kill is being as keen and and alert like your prey", papa always said.
PAPA was my friend but he was also my mother's husband, he was our provider
and now his gone, how I wish I told him
I loved him, I loved the stories he told about
the ca'gado (tortoise ) his almost obsesive
Lessons on hunting, the glow in his eyes when he makes a kill. I am sorry, sorry I wasn't very interested in our hunting lessons, sorry I thought he lied when he said the story of how his father was brave enough to kill the panthera negra, am sorry for not being sorry,
The night was cold and filled with regrets the stars shy and thus withrew into the sober clouds, after a heavy down pour. hmm, I better go home before mam'i knows am gone.
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