Culture On A Bus

Songs clothed in rich folklore
In tunes and tongues of the past
When Hare and Tortoise stories
Were still instruments of morality

Songs speaking poetry
Of the long ago days
When impalas and humans
Took naps in same plains

Songs of forgotten times
Times when jubilant drums and dances
Glued our fathers to moon-lit nights
Jumping about crazily, raising dust
And had our mothers wriggling
And writhing all night long
Raining sweat and merriment excess

In a bus to Mtendere¹ today resurrect
Come back to life
With anxiety to live again
Breathing, dancing, and singing again
To not die, at least, not soon!