Read Time:1 Minute, 0 Second [African Proverb 31]
Like a spectator I watched
Marvelling at her expert moves
Like a fan I cheered her prowess
If even only in my heart

As by the fire I sat
Not wanting to leave the fragile structure of wood
Which holds the blackened zinc
I would not go in to relax while her duty she does
She offers a stool to bring comfort
To the open backyard kitchen

Her breast rocks as the axe falls on the firewood
A perfect split, what strength, what accuracy
She is only fifteen, yet prepares the meal with command
She must have learnt from her mother
Who right now should be at farm

I who from the city comes
Have never known one like this
Captivated by her skills I spread out
To take whatever she would give

I was served like Lord
With all respect and honour
To my fill I did eat
Like I never ever did

I never had known one like this
But little girl shouldn’t you be at school
Today, I am not to go

Written by: Oghenero Ezaza
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

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