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Jun 2012
I can’t sit around the fire
To listen about the ogre
Who swallowed a whole village
The hare and the hyena
Because my forty years old Grandma
Pursues her Master’s degree.

Can you recall any mama?
Your eight-decade granny told
Of the times the animals spoke
So I can tell it to my daughter
And charge her to pass it on
Speak life to the ailing heritage,
Please mama,
Tell me a Story.
* In the old days, children used to sit around the fire and their grandmas would tell them Moral Stories. Times have changed and these days children watch Movies and Play video games that may impact negatively on their character. The Story-telling heritage is dying out.*
Stanley Mungai
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