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Thus 'Twas

written by: Suwong


The night was quiet except the sound of the night owl
Sniffles in the main room of the manyatta
Where the chief of the Maasai lay
Covered in the familiar cloth clad by warriors
Of this hermits tribe

Tomorrow morning he will be laid to rest
His body covered with cuttings from trees
With a skin of a cow freshly killed
The wild animals will smell it from miles away
Soon to shred the body and gorge themselves
You see, there are no graves to bury the dead

Ah! The memories of growing up as we moved
From place to place, seeking fresh pastures for our herd
And new experiences for everyone



I was born and raised in Nakuru, Kenya, the end and last born of my mother.
I love reading in quiet moments. I hope to be submitting more of my work here. Stanley Wilkin is an inspiration to me as he grips my attention in his works narrations.

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