The Tale of the Lost Goat

When she has prepared me millet porridge

And added a few pinches of dried termites

She brings it in my favourite calabash

Her eyes, as shiny as oiled arrows,

Her gait, as enchanting as sugarcanes on a windy field.

Her lorwaa dress will flutter in the morning wind

Her bracelets and necklaces will jingle

This ordered noise will float in our homestead

Till her loud giggle will drown it

When I see the woman of my heart

Sunlight enters my being

I feel like to jump up and praise my bull

In the darkness of the night

I whisper to her that she is the sour milk

Taken during drought

She will giggle and remind me

Of times when I wooed her

Of how often I came to their homestead

“To look for a lost goat”

While in reality

I wanted to catch a glimpse of her

The woman of my heart

Is the reason I walk with a spring in my feet

The reason why I am always happy

Is because of the mother of my children

Her warmth is the ember burning on a rainy night

When I am in the woods

I whistle love songs to the woman of my heart

Trapped inside my ears is the voice of my queen

I see me and my best friend chuckling in the hut

Our seven children inching closer to hearth

Tonight, I will remind my woman to remind me

To buy her a posho mill

So that she can grind all maize in the village

And put herself ahead of the pack of all the women here

I know what she will say—again— (while giggling, thanks for guessing)

That I am still looking for a lost goat.

 C) Lorot Salem 2013

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