THE HERDSMAN
I prioritize in animal life,
Than to the human drama.
The sounding mooes upbeat my spirit,
But, the loud murmurs, chatters, gibberish irritate my ears.
In the graze yard is my best leanable companionship,
The grudge free ente, embuzi, n’entama.
A perfect substitute to the lock and horn human competition,
The unending unhealthy whispers of hate,
The back stabs, the loud mouthing, the bloodshot of death.
The smell of hypocrisy!
Am a happy herdsboy!
I prefer the kraal camera shots
In B & W,
Than the cosmetic studio photo shoots,
With those fascinating capture of poses.
The kraal captivates my real African pigment,
As, I caption on Facebook “Am a happy herdsman”
With a natural heritage of entitlement.
Am an African herdsboy!
That rears black and white breeds,
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Yes, symbolic of my universal love for all colours.
No racial slur in my vocabulary.
My universal stand to life.
Am an unserious herdsboy!
I put on pajamas and sets for the open graze yard
My hairy legs exposed to scrutiny infested eyes of the passersby
My skin hairs dancing east west to the rhythm of whirling winds.
Am an unserious herdsboy!
I attend to farm activities bare feet and at times in open sandals,
Unlike the other herdsmen who clad in heavy boots and big coats.
Am an unserious herdsboy,
I carry with me the grazing stick as small as the size of my index finger.
Unlike the other herdsmen in whose hands
Often lay a big grazing stick as huge as my granny’s pounding stick.
But please pardon the kind me,
For their intent is to whip, flog, bang, clobber and lash,
The innocent creatures.
The ente, embuzi n’entaama that I solely love.
To them, am an unserious herdsman.
To me, they’re ruthless herdsmen.
Khlamis
