Shy ;too shy to chase my chick of choice Reliant on sticks Hoping she picks The one I laid out In the pile along with my mates Trying to win our dates
She chose a stick Believing it was mine Yet it was not so I lost To my foe Slimy Joe Who hoots with joy Cartwheeling to celebrate his win
I had to put up Accepting the chick Who picked my stick Only to see who she was That girl I never had the heart To meet alone in the streets Now became my soul mate She of those starry eyes And beautiful voice and face
Kolomalo was the way To winning her heart Now we have gone beyond that test Living as wedded couples Smiling at the memory Of being together By the selection of sticks So many years ago The stick got us stuck Happy that it went that way
I was thinking about an occasion when I met a young woman who simply asked me "mbarinkeh emang ne tiko tombong" baffled at the question I stupidly replied "hani, ya filli montoleh ?" at which response my friends guffawed and started calling me names. I later asked them why and they explained that the girl was asking if I do love her but this was shrouded in that seemingly innocent question of finding or picking her head tie. It is good to remember the past .Abaraka baakeh
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Posted - 05 Apr 2009 : 15:48:32
Thank you, Kaaniba.
