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Dec 2015
Mother of the children
            I'm here
Yes I'm here, but I'm so tired
I have a knife that's sharp and indiscriminate

W hen he of the itchy fingers is around
keep an eye on your fowls and your goats!


When he warns you about your fowls and goats
He's being evasive; I'm the village stud, ask your wives!


Mother of the children
            I'm here
Yes I'm here but I'm so tired
I have a knife that's sharp and indiscriminate

Sleep, baby sleep, and be silent
I don't need any water; your father is here
He's sweeping my nether  lands with a broom that tickles me
So sleep, baby, sleep, and let your mother be a queen tonight


Mother of the children
            I'm here
Yes I'm here but I'm so tired
I have a knife that's sharp and indiscriminate
The threshing party is a psychosocial safety valve. It provides labour and entertainment and there's no censorship. Everything is speakable. People often use the occasion to do social commentaries or just to brag. No matter what someone learns on this occasion they cannot act on it. Evidence is always necessary. So there are no fights resultin from any of the disclosures.
david mungoshi
Written by
david mungoshi  Gweru, Zimbabwe
(Gweru, Zimbabwe)   
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