2.                              A bachelor should always spend minimum time with a friend’s wife.

3.                              A bachelor’s wife doesn’t have ears.

4.                              A bad cook also has his/her share of the bad food.

5.                              A bad habit is like fire you can’t play with it and expect not to get burnt.

6.                              A barren woman is like a leaking pot.

7.                              A beautiful one hurts the heart.

8.                              A beggar’s knees are supple.

9.                              A bird doesn’t alert his fellow bird that a stone is coming.

10.                          A bird doesn’t forget one who killed off his feathers during the rain

                  season.

11.                          A bird may fly off the earth and land on an anthill, but it will still be on

                  the ground.

12.                          A bird that prays for rain will find its self soaked.

13.                          A bird with fire on its tail burns its own nest.

14.                          A blind person knows his environment more than a visitor with eyes.

15.                          A bottle that believes it’s cracked to smile it will end up on the dustbin.

16.                          A boy may cry; but a man as to conceal his pain.

17.                          A bush that doesn’t rotate baskets must not grow mushrooms.

18.                          A butterfly thinks itself a bird because it can fly.

19.                          A camel cannot see the crookedness of its neck.

20.                          A canoe peddler doesn’t tell the crocodile he has along snout until he’s

                  crossed the river.

21.                          A cat in its castle has a lion’s teeth.

22.                          A cat keeps its crawls inside until it meets a mouse.

23.                          A centipede is not crippled by the loss of one limb.

24.                          A chameleon can only change its colour but never change its skin.

25.                          A chick that will grow into a cock can be spotted the very day it hatches.

26.                          A child who knows how to wash his hands will eat with the chiefs.

27.                          A chief in the village never sees the devil.

28.                          A chief may have more wives than he can remember but you dare not try

                  to share his wives with him.

29.                          A chief should not create a new law when he is angry.

30.                          A child among elders converses with its ears.

31.                          A child can play with its mother’s breasts, but not its father’s testicles.

32.                          A child doesn’t belong to the father or mother; a child belongs to the

                  ancestors.

33.                          A child doesn’t breast-feed from a stepmother if its mother is still alive.

34.                          A child while bathing only scrubs its stomach.

35.                          A child who eats too much shouldn’t blame is buttock.

36.                          A child who is fearless is going to bring tears to his mother’s eyes.

37.                          A child who protested when being stripped on the back by its mother, it’s

                  humbled by the scorching sun when left to walk.

38.                          A clean conscience makes a soft pillow.

39.                          A clear conscience fears no accusation.

40.                          A cloudy sky doesn’t always cry rain.

41.                          A cock says it’s because of the situation it is faced with that it has its

                  knees in the opposite direction.

42.                          A corn swallowed by a fowl will never germinate in its belly.

43.                          A corpse doesn’t have time to cover its pubic region.

44.                          A cow without a tail should not try to chase away flies.

45.                          A coward always hides behind someone else after he has thrown a stone.

46.                          A cowardly hyena lives longer.

47.                          A dead body cannot urge over how it should be placed in the grave.

48.                          A dead cock never crows.

49.                          A debt may get mouldy but it never decays.

50.                          A determined hunter is never frightened in the jungle.

51.                          A diamond doesn’t lose its value due to lack of admiration.

52.                          A difficult journey will make you daring and harden your will.

53.                          A dirty stick makes everyone who touches it dirty.

54.                          A dog cannot eat a bone tied to a snake.

55.                          A dog gives birth to a dog.

56.                          A dog knows its master but not its master’s master.

57.                          A dog that belongs to every one will die of hunger.

58.                          A dog will defend its territory though it’s friendly.

59.                          A dog will not follow its owner to follow a king.

60.                          A dog you don’t feed will never heed your call.

61.                          A donkey’s husband can protect it from a hyena.

62.                          A drowning man will clutch at a straw.

63.                          A drunkard is like a whisky bottle only neck and belly but no head.

64.                          A fallen branch cannot bear fruits on its own.

65.                          A false friend is like a shadow their only with you when the sun is shining.

66.                          A family is like a thick forest, often from outside its dense, when your

                  inside each tree has its own position.

67.                          A family tie is like a tree, it can bend but it cannot break.

68.                          A father never resembles his son, it’s the son that resembles the father.

69.                          A father voodoos with his son and a mother voodoos with her daughter.

70.                          A fatherless boy is no better than unburied seed.

71.                          A feather is just a delicate thing when removed from a bird because it

                  carries the bird everywhere in the world.

72.                          A foot must never quarrel with the ground.

73.                          A fish and bird may fall in love but the two cannot build a home together.

74.                          A fish will not live out of water but will prefer air to hot water.

75.                          A fly that dances carelessly in front of a spider’s web, risks the wrath of

                  the spider’s teeth.

76.                          A fly that falls on your wound is more important.

77.                          A fool and his money is one big party.

78.                          A foolish head weakens the feet.

79.                          A foreign cock can never crow in a foreign country.

80.                          A friend is one who knows every thing about you and still wants to be your friend.

81.                          A friend to everybody is a friend to nobody.

82.             A friend who fawns is better than an enemy who smiles.
83.             A gentle politician doesn’t promise to build bridges where there is no

                  water.          

84.             A genuine gift is like water when it flows out it can never return.
85.             A girl’s patience can only be recognised by how long she keeps her

                  virginity.

86.             A good beginning is a halfway a battle won.
87.             A good day shows itself early in the morning.
88.             A good devil is as equal as to a bad god.
89.             A good leader was once a good follower.
90.             A good man gone wrong is usually a bad man found out.
91.             A good man never stays in the grave forever, he always has chance to

                  come back.

92.             A good name is better than wealth.
93.             A good plan today is better than a perfect plan tomorrow.
94.             A good reputation is something you must pay for, but you can never buy.
95.             A good smile shows how happy the soul is.
96.             A grasshopper that sleeps about will be soon awake in a lizard’s mouth.
97.             A gravestone cannot be used for grinding.
98.             A green grass in the green snake.
99.             A guard dog cannot watch two homes at once.

100.                      A guest sees more in an hour than a host in a year.

101. A happy man marries the girl he loves, but a happier man loves the girl he

                  marries.

102. A hen’s curses have never killed the eagle.
103. A home without a woman is like a barn without a yam.
104. A horse may take the warrior to the battlefield but can never fight.
105. A house is for a voyage but a tomb is for eternity.
106. A hungry calf cannot frisk happily over another with a full stomach.
107. A hungry man will thrust his fingers into a snake’s hole in search of a

 grasshopper.

108.                      A hunter who is never satisfied with is gain will one day be forced to carry

 home an elephant.

109. A hunter with one arrow doesn’t shoot with a careless aim.
110. A husband may be the head of a home but the wife is the heart of a home.
111. A hyena is used to persistent rains.
112. A hypocrite’s hatred is hidden behind flattering words.
113. A journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step.
114. A juicy bone is useless to a dog with no teeth.
115. A king who doesn’t tolerate comments about his mouth shouldn’t eat in

                  public.

116. A kinsman in trouble has to be saved, not blamed.
117. A kola nut is small, but it is more important that it goes round to each

                   person and not that it fills the stomach.

118. A lamb takes after its mother.
119. A lazy chick that exposes itself will be a delicious meal for the eagle.
120. A lazy man will remember he has not planted when is neighbour is

                  harvesting.

121. A lazy man’s farm is the breeding ground for snakes.
122. A leader is he who tells his people what they must hear, not what they

                  want to hear.

123. A leopard is such an elusive animal that it can only be caught by the

                  combined force of a man and his father-in-law.

124. A lie can travel half way around the world while the truth is still putting

                  on its shoes.

125. A lizard can’t be a snake even without its limbs.
126. A lizard longs to sit down but its tail doesn’t let it.
127. A lizard without one leg cannot move up a tree.
128. A long lasting visitor grinds the wine.
129. A long-tailed animal doesn’t jump over fire.
130. A man accused of stealing a goat should not entertain his visitors with

                  goats meat.

131. A man and a goat can be friends but it would be foolishness for the goat to

                  pay the first visit.

132. A man can’t challenge his spirit in a wrestling match.
133. A man doesn’t escape from bees with a lump of honey in his hand.
134. A man doesn’t know when he kills.

135. A man gets to the land of spirits when he passes seven rivers, seven forests

                  and seven hills.

136. A man has to hold his mouth open a long time before a roasted partridge

                  flies into it.

137. A man is always on the move.
138. A man is called a drunkard when he misbehaves, not when he drinks.
139. A man is not a man until he has a house of his own.
140. A man is obliged to beat his own chest when he has no drum.
141. A man is taller than every mountain he climbs.
142. A man isn’t dead until is buried.
143. A man must suffer in silence.
144. A man never grows up until his father dies.
145. A man should live to prove himself worth of his own flesh and blood.
146. A man should not be too happy in the morning.
147. A man should not, out of pride and etiquette, swallow his phlegm.
148. A man who after his dying speech doesn’t die, bears the same guilt.
149. A man who does no hard work will never know the value of rest.
150. A man who doesn’t know how to play sex disappears after the first time.
151. A man who hides a thorn in his foot earns a swelling.
152. A man who is patient is rewarded.
153. A man who is putting on his armour for war should not boast like a man

                  who’s taking it off.

154. A man who lives on the banks of the river should not wash his hands with

                  spittle.

155. A man who marries an outcast is like rain wasted in the forest.
156. A man who never recognises is mistakes will never know peace.
157. A man who smiles when he’s been robbed has stolen something from the

                  thief.

158. A man who touches the bottom of a soup plate with a ball of foofoo is no

                  longer searching for soup.

159. A man will never heed the voice of a woman until it is too late.
160. A man will show his true colours in adversity.
161. A man with a good will is not only rich but also wise.
162. A man’s in-law is his spirit.
163. A million of keys will get into a lock but only one will open it.
164. A moonlight has a bottom.
165. A mother cannot give birth to something bigger than herself.
166. A mother of twin should have impartial breasts.
167. A mouse does not share a bowl with a cat.
168. A new broom sweeps well, but the old broom knows all the corners.
169. A newly committed crime awakens sleeping ones.
170. A nice place is never yours.
171. A palm wine taper does not stop tapping palm wine because he once fell

                  from the top of a palm wine tree.

172. A parent should not give up modelling their children because the ancestors

                  too never give up on us.

173. A parent who says ‘if you were my own child I would have punished you’

                  is a witch.

174. A patient dually determined can fill a pot with water using a fingernail.
175. A person cutting the path doesn’t know that it is crooked.
176. A person is a person because of other people.
177. A person is what he eats.
178. A person who has not secured a place on the floor should not begin to look

                 for a mat.

179. A person who is always looking at the sky will never discover anything on

                  the ground.

180. A person who is carrying an elephant on his head should not use his feet to

                  tap snails on the ground.

181. A person who is stung by a bee fears a big housefly.
182. A person who sells eggs doesn’t start a fight in the market.
183. A person who wants to see is people progress must first set to look into

                  their tradition.

184. A person’s character is like pregnancy it cannot be hidden.
185. A person’s cleverness is not shown by how many words he utters at once

                  but how he utters them.

186. A picture is worth a thousand words.
187. A poor person has no struggles.
188. A potter eats from a broken piece of his pots.
189. A pregnant woman cannot claim to be a virgin.
190. A rat never goes near a cat’s celebration venue.
191. A rat stinks, but it has its own home.
192. A rat with many offspring always sleeps with his door open.
193. A regular fighter who discords peace is bound to be fought by his own

                  anger.

194. A restless grasshopper eventually ends up in a birds teeth.
195. A river doesn’t flow through the forest without felling the trees.
196. A river doesn’t run straight because there was nobody to advise it.
197. A river that forgets its source will soon dry out.
198. A rock in the middle of the sea is never afraid of the rain.
199. A ruined people are as miserable as a dog in the house of death.
200. A satisfied man doesn’t understand the feeling of a hungry man.
201. A scared dog barks to pretend to its master but a brave dog bits to protect

                  him.

202. A second wife cannot celebrate the beating of the first wife because that

                  same beating awaits her when the third wife arrives.

203. A secret remains a secret only when one person knows it.
204. A severely under paid hungry teacher in a renovated, well-equipped

                  classroom, can perform just as well as a bird without feathers can do in a

                        hanging, decorated cage.

205. A short man is not a boy.
206. A short person touches where he can reach.
207. A short rope ties nothing.
208. A sick way between two people can only be cared for if the two of them

                  die.

209. A sin against a brother or sister is an offence against the gods.
210. A single slip may cause lasting injury.
211. A slave must be humble.
212. A sleeping head needs more than its neck to support it.
213. A snail that doesn’t crawl with its shell should be ready to die.
214. A snake and millipede can both craw on their bellies but this doesn’t make

                  them brothers.

215. A snake can shade its skin but it still remains a snake.
216. A spider’s cobweb isn’t only its sleeping spring but also its food trap.
217. A spiritual leader is able to see the past, present and the future.
218. A spoonful of honey will catch more flies than a gallon of vinegar.
219. A stealing dog strengthens its back.
220. A stick at the neighbours cannot drive out a leopard at your home.
221. A strong man never stays long in the ground.
222. A strong person doesn’t rush to wake up early morning.
223. A strong tree shall always grow from the roots and not the seeds.
224. A sweet lovely voice cannot make a dumb person talk.
225. A talkative person is a traveller when he is tired, he keeps quiet.
226. A thorn under a baobab tree pricks deeper.
227. A tree cannot stand on the ground without its roots.
228. A tree climber begins from the bottom not the top.
229. A tree is known by its fruit.
230. A tree that refuses to dance will be made to do so by the wind.
231. A true friend is a special gift.
232. A village without the elderly is like a well without water.
233. A visitor doesn’t survive from a stick beat of a burglar.
234. A warrior is not a wrestler, he’s killed the moment is spear and shield are

                  over powered.

235. A weird child at times brings sweet fruits at home.
236. A whisper has more meaning than a noisy talk.
237. A white tooth has a bloody root.
238. A wind can move the branches of trees but it will never move the head of

                  a man.

239. A wise person must know the language, sayings, and tales of his society.
240. A wise saying goes without say.
241. A wise will is dedicated to the ancestors for its them who gave you

                  everything’

242. A woman is like a bee treat her well and she will make honey, treat her

                  badly and she will go wild.

243. A woman is never old when it comes to the dance she knows.
244. A woman who delivers a baby in the market square has nothing to hide.
245. A woman who pursues a man for sex looses her spiritual beauty.
246. A woman who runs holding her breast has got nothing pursuing her.
247. A woman who wants a child doesn’t sleep in her clothes.
248. A woman’s polite devotion is her greatest beauty.
249. A word to the wise is enough.
250. A word written stays forever than hundred spoken work.
251. A worm cannot kill a fly.
252. A wound given by a word is many times harder to cure than that which is

                  given by the sword.

253. After the evil cross the crown has come.
254. All great truths begins as blasphemies.
255. All is well that ends well.
256. All plants are our brothers and sisters and they talk to us and if we listen

                  we can hear them.

257. All war follow a demonstrate failure of difficulty diplomacy.
258. Almost everyone is mad but some people can control there madness.
259. Always stamp your hunting nets where the animal is going to pass.
260. An animal that gives birth to a young one in the desert must suckle it in

                  the desert.

261. An army of sheep led by a lion would defeat an army of lions led by a

                  sheep.

262. An egg shouldn’t be deceived by the hardness of its shell; it cannot

                  challenge a stone in a fight.

263. An elder uses old eyes to see and so the young use young eyes.
264. An elephant cannot thin to a cow size.
265. An elephant that kills a rat cannot be considered a hero.
266. An empty hand doesn’t kill a snake.
267. An empty sack cannot stand.
268. An endless war shames even a hero.
269. An immoral father-in-law cannot advise his children well.
270. An insolent tongue is a bad weapon.
271. An invasion of an army can be resisted but an invasion of ideas can’t be

                  resisted.

272. An old man may miss his target with a stone but never with his word.
273. An old man’s mouth produces a bad smell but the words that come out of

                  it are sweet.

274. An only palm-fruit doesn’t get lost in the fire.
275. An open mind only hurts those who fear their own mistakes.
276. Anger against a brother is felt in the flesh, not in the bone.
277. Any dead fish can flow down the river but it takes a live one to swim back

                  up stream.

278. Any weapon is dangerous even to a person handling it.
279. Anyone can be polite to a king, but it takes a gentleman to be polite to a

                  beggar.

280. Anyone suffering from a running stomach is never afraid of the dark.
281. Anyone who has sold an old lady, knows the price of an old man.
282. Anything with a beginning also has an end.
283. As long as a cock lives, it is said to have belonged to the child of the

                  house; but when it is slaughtered for super, it is then that the real owner

                  emerges.

284. As long as I make you to be inferior, I render myself inferior.
285. As soon as you question someone’s integrity, it is a reflection of your

                 own.

286. As you do for your ancestors, your children will do for you.
287. At a hunting expedition you cannot apportion the meat before you kill the

                  animal.

288. At that particular time a mad person gives you something take it

                  immediately before he changes is mind.

289. Bad officials are elected by poor citizens who do not vote.
290. Banish a strong man, banish a strong man but when there is war you will

                  look for the strong man.

291. Be aware of a man with a sweet tongue he can lead you to buying bad

                  meat.

292. Be careful of the words you say each day, make sure each is nice and

                  sweet, because may be in the days ahead, there will be some you’ll have to

                        eat.

293. Be careful of what you own because what you own might eventually own

                  you.

294. Be careful when you are sharing a calabash of porridge with a toothless

                  man.

295. Be humble in making demands even when making your demands.
296. Before buying a house, see who your neighbours will be.
297. Before you begin to trade in blame look in the mirror.
298. Behind every sweaty face of a cattle rustler is a story of determination and

                  courage.

299. Being a good friend of a scorpion doesn’t mean that you can’t be stung by

                  a honeybee.

300. Being a swimmer and spending time in the water does not make you a

                  fish.

301. Being blind doesn’t mean one cannot dream or imagine.
302. Being in the forest and failing to see trees is a curse.
303. Better a calamity to be far away.
304. Better give birth to a sweating baby than a laughing one.
305. Better stay with the devil you know than an angel you don’t know.
306. Better to aim at comfort’ than at luxury.
307. Better to bit your tongue than biting your words.
308. Beware of time because it has the answers.
309. Birds sing not because they have answers but because they have songs.
310. Blessings of ancestors are greater than those of a living human being.
311. Bones and flesh of the martyrs lie buried in earth, but their revolutionary

                  spirit and single-hearted fidelity remain alive.

312. Born by the fire and die by the fire.
313. Breaking news of the dead in the right way is very important.
314. Buy the truth but never sell it.
315. By the time you tell a secret to a mad person then a normal person you

                  cannot see.

316. Call a cat a cat.
317. Chop your own firewood and it will warm you twice.
318. Cleverness is better than strength.
319. Clothes make the man.
320. Cream always rises to the top.
321. Dancing depends on the parents.
322. Daybreak, mouth open.
323. Death is a thief.
324. Debt is slavery.
325. Defeat is not failure but trail is total failure.
326. Defiance is the biggest weapon of the weak.
327. Despise not a snail for its slow and struggling movement; it has a

                  destination and with time it shall arrive.

328. Despite the beauty of the moon, sun and the stars, the sky also has a

                  threatening thunder and striking lightening.

329. Do not eat the fingers that feed you.
330. Do not run away from a pond of water.
331. Do not speak badly of a crocodile when your leg is in the river.
332. Do not walk behind us, we may not lead; do not walk in front of us, we

                  may not follow; walk besides us, so that we may guide each other.

333. Don’t admire the flying bird before you know the pain of flapping.
334. Don’t be stupid to replace wisdom with knowledge because you will lose

                  understanding.

335. Don’t beat the drums of war unless you’re ready to fight.
336. Don’t count the many times a man falls but those times he rises up.
337. Don’t enter a defecating competition against an elephant.
338. Don’t ever try to give a spear to a former mad man.
339. Don’t give a dog a bad name in order to have an excuse to burn it.
340. Don’t insult the dead.
341. Don’t laugh at others.
342. Don’t laugh at the nakedness of our ancestors because before their eyes

                  we’re all naked for our spirits belong to them.

343. Don’t let a fool kiss you no let a kiss fool you.
344. Don’t let your past dictate your future.
345. Don’t look at the visitor’s face but at his stomach.
346. Don’t look into the eyes of your lover, or you will see what he has told

                  many women before.

347. Don’t loose hope no situation is permanent.
348. Don’t make a goat your friend if your skirt is made of plantation leaves, or

                  else it will strip you naked.

349. Don’t move an ancient boundary stone or encroach on the fields of the

                 fatherless.

350. Don’t question a blind man for buying a mirror, it must serve him some

                  purpose.

351. Don’t respond to a mosquito bit with a stone because you will miss it and

                  hunt yourself.

352. Don’t see animals around the village and say there is nobody to hunt them.
353. Don’t seek to hurt any man, but if any man seeks to hurt you may he break

                  his neck.

354. Don’t tell your important secret to your friend because your friend has his

                  other friends as well.

355. Don’t throw away your nets if you catch nothing, you never know what

                  the gods are planning next.

356. Don’t underestimate the determination of a quiet person.
357. Don’t underestimate the wisdom of ancestors.
358. Don’t undermine my silence, its got reason; don’t rate it, it as got no scale.
359. Don’t wait for an anthill to build up in your mushroom better attack its

                  origin sooner than later.

360. Don’t water your friend’s garden when yours is full of weeds.
361. Dreams are related to the past but connected to the future.
362. Dreams are voices of ancestors.
363. Dry thunder that tears the sky doesn’t make you forget the storm of

                  yesterday.

364. Ears that do not listen to advice, accompany the head when it is chopped

                  off.

365. Eating a lot does not satisfy greediness.
366. Eating is kinship.
367. Eating tough meat is always harder for a toothless lion.
368. Enjoy breakfast all alone, share lunch with your best friend and give

                 dinner to your enemy.

369. Even a healer’s lies are a big relief to a sick person.
370. Even a horn can be stopped from fighting and made to sing forever.
371. Even boiled water can extinguish a fire.
372. Even drumsticks are heavy on the way home after the dance.
373. Even if the hen is poor it cannot leave blank eggs.
374. Even if you close your eyes while looking in the mirror the image remains

                  yours.

375. Even if you dance for you enemy on the rock, he will accuse you of

                  splashing water on him.

376. Even if you rease your clothes in very hot water you still need to dry them.
377. Even if you remain an island you must still be friendly to the sea.
378. Even the colours of a chameleon are for survival not beauty.
379. Even the dog leaves the market.
380. Even the high and noble bow before the barber.
381. Even the starving man cannot eat the king’s regurgitate.
382. Even though the elephant is huge enough it cannot carry a big tail.
383. Even two friendly dogs cannot share a single bone.
384. Even when a goat knows that it is being dragged to graze, it still resists.
385. Even when a snake doesn’t bit, do not put your finger in it’s mouth.
386. Even when you dig a soft place, you still leave the garden.
387. Every action has its repercussions.
388. Every bad person deserves a bad problem.
389. Every exit is an entry to somewhere.
390. Every fresh banana leaf should eventually become a dry banana leaf.
391. Every frog is a gazelle in the eyes of its mother.
392. Every misfortune is a blessing.
393. Every old man was once a young man but not every young man will

                  become an old man.

394. Every time you have something good there is someone who wants you to

                  throw it so as they can pick it.

395. Everyone has a right to be stupid some just abuse the right.
396. Everything has a pattern and a partner.
397. Everywhere there is a lot of mad even an elephant will slip.
398. Evil prospers because good men fail to act.
399. Fire is always a good maid, but a bad boss.
400. Fire that is surrounded by elders cannot burn you.
401. Firewood yields ash.
402. Follow the liar right to his door.
403. Food gained by fraud tastes sweet to a man, but he ends up with gravel in

                  his mouth.

404. Foolhardiness made the rat try to jump over the fireplace.
405. For one to succeed in life, one has to work hard.
406. For the fisherman, the fun is over when the fish are in the net.
407. Fun is like fine beer it is rarely enjoyable alone.
408. Generally with life you will be betrayed by close relatives.
409. Generosity has its disadvantages.
410. Generosity is white and pure like milk.
411. Get hold of the little you have as you struggle for more quantity or quality.
412. Get what to lend out and at the same time how to demand it back, for

                  payment might be a tussle.

413. Getting only a beautiful woman is like planting a vine on the roadside

                  everyone feeds on it.

414. Give a stammerer enough time and he will pronounce his father’s name.
415. Give me a fish and I will eat today, teach me to fish and I will eat for a

                  lifetime.

416. Going slowly doesn’t stop one arriving.
417. Good music goes with good food.
418. Good resolutions are like babies crying in church, they should be carried

                  out immediately.

419. Good things are hot.
420. Grass doesn’t grow on a bushy road.
421. Great men think alike.
422. Happiness is like a perfume, you cannot pour it all on others without

                  allowing a few drops to fall on yourself.

423. Happiness is not perfected until it is shared.
424. Happiness often sneaks through your door when you left the door open.
425. Happy is a man who goes hunting for rats and catches an elephant.
426. Haste and hurry can only bear children with many regrets.
427. Haste makes waste.
428. Having a goal is just a dream with a deadline.
429. Having beauty doesn’t mean understanding the perseverance of marriage.
430. He is a fool who praises the fruit of a tree and forgets its roots.
431. He is a wise man who has no worries about the things he doesn’t have but

                  he rejoices for those things that he has.

432. He that beats the drum for the mad man to dance is no better than the mad

                  man himself.

433. He that dines with the gods must do so with a very long spoon.
434. He that fights for a ne’er-do-well has nothing to show for it except a head

                  covered in earth and grime.

435. He that fought the lion must surely have the lion’s claws in his body.
436. He who angers you controls you.
437. He who asks for the meaning of a proverb has called her/his mother’s

                 dowry a waste.

438. He who asks you to converse ends up telling others that you’re shouting.
439. He who banishes you is the one who shows you the way.
440. He who brings firewood infected with maggots in his house should not

                  complain when lizards start visiting him.

441. He who burns down his house knows why ashes cost a fortune.
442. He who came to work never sleeps.
443. He who cannot rest, cannot work; he who cannot let go, cannot hold on; he

                  who cannot find footing, cannot go forward.

444. He who chews two bones at the same time will surely bite his tongue.
445. He who crosses a bridge to paradise and blows it after him is going to hell.
446. He who defects on the way finds flies on his way back.
447. He who dies of over eating doesn’t wither.
448. He who does is work properly has been well advised.
449. He who doesn’t clean his mouth before breakfast always complains that

                  the food is sour.

450. He who doesn’t console the bereaved will never be mourned by others.
451. He who doesn’t feel jealousy is not in love.
452. He who doesn’t find is way back from the forest gets lost within it.
453. He who doesn’t know a grave’s coldness, doesn’t give the dead their

                  respect.

454. He who doesn’t know how a snake smells shouldn’t walk into the forest.
455. He who doesn’t know what kills can sit on fire.

456.                      He who doesn’t know where he is going doesn’t know whether or when he

                  will arrive.

457. He who doesn’t know you, will not value you.
458. He who doesn’t listen to advise from others goes to his parents in-law

                  smeared with faeces.

459. He who drinks wine without libation is a traitor to the gods.
460. He who eats an egg foregoes a future meal of chicken soup.
461. He who falls, teaches others a lesson.
462. He who fears fire cannot be a leader.
463. He who feeds the child must be allowed to lick his fingers.
464. He who feels it, knows it.
465. He who forgets his past is lost.
466. He who gets annoyed of darkness ends up knocking himself everywhere.
467. He who guards his lips, guards his life.
468. He who has brothers has more than riches can buy.
469. He who has given up doesn’t blame the one moving on.
470. He who has got experience can milk a running cow.
471. He who has no pond must not breed crocodiles.
472. He who has people is richer than he who has money.
473. He who has the choice has the pain.
474. He who holds somebody on the ground is holding himself too.
475. He who is always in a hurry to get things done he never gets it done right.
476. He who is close to you knows more about you than he who is far away.
477. He who is first to receive something forgets when his friend will receive

                  their share.

478. He who is grown up should respect and love others.
479. He who is intelligent is taught.

480. He who is not beaten by the sun or the rain, will eventually be beaten by

                  the hunger.

481. He who is not happy with the position of the sun should climb and change

                  it.

482. He who is wise endeavours to learn how to understand the truth not less

                  than that.

483. He who isn’t around is never beaten by the falling tree.
484. He who judges others and never allows to be judged looses friends.
485. He who knows that he has enough is rich.
486. He who lends out his door should be ready for the cold blowing wind.
487. He who lies by the fireside knows how it burns.
488. He who misleads you cannot buy you.
489. He who moves with each day is better than another who waits for luck.
490. He who never eats pumpkins with you, you prepare a few slices for him.
491. He who never knows where is coming from will never know where he is

                 going.

492. He who never moves about appreciates only one’s mother’s cookery

                  skills.

493. He who predicts or prophesise isn’t the one who causes his predictions to

                  take shape.

494. He who pursues a hatched bird teaches it how to fly.
495. He who reminds you or corrects you is better than he who slanders you.

496. He who sacks his wife because she eats a lot will end up marrying a

                  cannibal.

497. He who says we shall hear what happened never responds to any alarm of

                  agency.

498. He who says what will I do will never lack what to do.
499. He who solves a problem with a problem will always have a problem in

                  waiting.

500. He who starts his work early enough is neither hit by the severe sun heat

                  nor the burning sand.

501. He who swallows an old man vomits grey hair.
502. He who talks forgets what he said but he who listens can’t forget.
503. He who talks to you while travelling at night is thanked in the morning.
504. He who tries to shake a tree stump shakes only himself.
505. He who ventures into the bush should close his ears to rattling.
506. He who visits you personally is better than another who sends a delegate.
507. He who wakes up and finds himself a success hasn’t been asleep.
508. He who wakes up early in the morning receives a bundle of blessings.
509. He who wanders along the beach doesn’t eat his rice dry.
510. He who wants authority should never be a visitor.
511. He who wants to plant corns must make peace with the monkeys.
512. He who wants to take much dies before going to the in-laws for

                  introduction.

513. He who will be a man can be seen from how he stretches is little manhood.
514. Him with is own knowledge know how to eat from it.
515. Him with a bold head knows how to protect it through thorns.
516. Him with a bushy field cannot harvest edibles from it.
517. Him with a clean future has a clean past.
518. Honest advice doesn’t destroy true friendship.
519. Hooting all right and sleeping all day, doesn’t make an owl wise.
520. Hope is a good thing and good things never die.
521. How come that when I lost my sheep and could not find it, I was

                  questioned; but the hyena who was found with the sheepskin is not

                        questioned.

522. How ever big a rat is, it can’t threaten a cat.
523. However hot the sun, it will never dry the sea.
524. However long the dry season takes a seasonal river will never forget

                  where it used to pass.

525. However loud an ant shouts from the ground, no one will hear it.
526. I have learnt your language so I can damn you.
527. Ideas are worth a dime dozen, but people who put them into action are

                  priceless.

528. If a bachelor who uses firewood for cooking runs away in the morning to

                  avoid removing the ash; he will have to deal with it when he comes back.

529. If a bird bills the rock then it trusts its beck.
530. If a cat wants to look after your fish don’t believe him.
531. If a dog bites you once it’s his fault, but if it bites you again it’s your fault.
532. If a dog bites you, you don’t attack it but you attack its owner.
533. If a man returns from a long journey and no one says welcome back to

                  him he feels like one who has not arrived.

534. If a man rides on the back of a tiger, he should never be surprised if he

                  ends up in its tummy.

535. If a mother steals with a child stripped in the back what do you expect of

                  the child.

536. If a soldier doesn’t have ambitions to become a general is not a good

                  soldier.

537. If a tree is cursed even its shade is unclean.
538. If all snakes live together in one place who would approach them.
539. If an insect as ever bit you when you see it, you kill it or run away.
540. If I see you often, I can’t call you a visitor.
541. If it is not broken don’t try to fix it.
542. If money where to be found up in the trees, most people would be married

                  to monkeys.

543. If nakedness promises to cloth you then look at its name.
544. If one didn’t laugh, one would have to cry.
545. If opportunity doesn’t knock build a door.
546. If rain beats the teeth, the lips get the blame.
547. If she can’t dig or cook send her back to her father.
548. If someone is waiting for something important they wouldn’t die until they

                  achieve it.

549. If the banana pest doesn’t die it will always reach at the ripe banana.   
550. If the fish comes out of the river to tell you that the crocodile has one eye,

                  you should believe it.

551. If the goat rejects the grass, its belly is full.
552. If the nail decided to malinger, it would not pierce butter.
553. If the sun said it had power over the moon then let it come and shine at

                  night.

554. If the throat can grant passage to a knife, the anus should wonder how to

                  expel it.

555. If there is something one really wants to achieve, one is willing to go an

                  extra mile and overcome the difficulties to achieve it.

556. If two brothers fight over their father’s land, it is a stranger who will enjoy

                  there sweat and labour.

557. If water were enough, fish would not take bait.
558. If we do what we always did we will always remain what we always

                  we’re.

559. If wisdom is measured by the size of the beard then the goat is a

                  philosopher king.

560. If you are digging a pit for your enemy, don’t make it too deep, for you

                  may fall into it.

561. If you befriend a mosquito it will still attack you at night.
562. If you borrow from an eagle you will always be looking up in the sky.
563. If you break a coconut on a man’s head, he will not enjoy eating it.
564. If you can bear the hissing of a snake, don’t complain when you are bitten.
565. If you can’t distinguish how to whistle a festival alarm from a warning

                  alarm, then better not alarm and let s/he who knows the difference to do

                        the alarming.

566. If you can’t eat a little your mouth stinks.
567. If you can’t hold children in your arms, please hold them in your heart.
568. If you can’t stand the heat then get out of the kitchen.
569. If you cannot moan in a true cultural manner then it means your laughing.
570. If you chase two rabbits you will catch none.
571. If you choose to lie down with dogs, you must be prepared to wake up

                  with fleas.

572. If you choose to make friendship with a pig you must be prepared to live

                  in the mad.

573. If you close your eyes because of the bad people around you, you will not

                  see the good people passing by.

574. If you close your eyes to facts, you will learn through accidents.
575. If you cry and receive someone to help you cry more then you cry more.
576. If you cry because you miss the sun, your tears will not let you see the

                  moon.

577. If you cure a monkey of its tooth ache its your maize farm that suffers.
578. If you dance with the devil you can’t change him but he will change.
579. If you decide to dress up a lizard you should count for its tail.

580. If you dig a hole to bury a person but instead of burying that person you

                  may be the one to be buried in this place.

581. If you don’t eat mangos that fall on the ground, be sure to be strong

                  enough to pick ones on the tree.

582. If you don’t inquire, you’re bound to make mistakes.
583. If you don’t know the path to the spring or swamp, follow the trail of

                  broken pots.

584. If you don’t know where your going to then any road will take you where

                  you’re going.

585. If you don’t mend up a small crack on the wall you end up building the

                  entire wall.

586. If you don’t scale the mountain, you can’t view the plain.
587. If you don’t want a tail of a monkey to touch you then don’t attend the

                  monkey dance.

588. If you fail to plan, you plan to fail.
589. If you flog a baboon because it is ugly, you will end up killing it.
590. If you get annoyed of what you see, you blame your eyes.
591. If you give a handshake to the leopard, next time he will come for an

                  embrace.

592. If you give bad food to your stomach, it drums for you to dance.
593. If you go to your in-laws you do not come back empty handed but with a

                  cock.

594. If you hate your ancestors then assume your dead than you will love the

                  hereafter.

595. If you have a dog to worship you, you must have a cat to ignore you.
596. If you have a poor father that is destiny; if you have a poor father-in-law,

                  that is your mistake.

597. If you have ground nuts in your room expect rats.
598. If you have health you have hope you have everything.
599. If you have patience you can take out the holes of an anthill.
600. If you haven’t any sheep you won’t know that a fox is a wild animal.
601. If you haven’t done anything evil then you shouldn’t be worried about

                  devils knocking on your door.

602. If you hide a sick person, your lamentation alarm will only announce his

                 death.

603. If you ignore your own relatives you will serve the outsiders.
604. If you keep stirring at a girl you cannot have you will never see a girl you

                  can have.

605. If you keep your head and heart going in the right direction you don’t have

                  to worry about your feet.

606. If you kill time, you’ll bury opportunities.
607. If you knock your head against a wall, then a coconut tree and pillar and

                  your head still remains undamaged my child, go and hide that head of

                        yours; it is a good head.

608. If you lie the ancestors will punish you.
609. If you live by the river you can hear the crab cough.
610. If you live in a glasshouse you should not throw stones.
611. If you man is a wizard, you must become a witch.
612. If you need ears go and borrow them from the elephant.
613. If you are not an animal you will never find yourself in a trap.
614. If you observe attentively you will even find wisdom in shadows.
615. If you offer to share your seat with a person who has a big bottom your

                  bound to lose it completely.

616. If you pay homage to the man on top, others will pay homage to you when

                  it’s your turn to be on top.

617. If you point one accusing finger at others, three fingers will point at you.
618. If you put a bone in the dog’s mouth it doesn’t bark.
619. If you run too fast you bypass a safe place you would have hidden

                  yourself.

620. If you see an animal running in the early morning know that it is running

                  away from something more scarily than the due.

621. If you see your brother being scalped, put water on your hair.
622. If you think education is expensive try ignorance.
623. If you think you’re too small to be noticed go and sleep in a room which is

                  full of mosquitoes.

624. If you tie a frog on the leg a snake will follow you.
625. If you travel with lies you will reach your destination but you might be

                  unable to retrace your steps.

626. If you debark a tree don’t expect it to live again; you can only plant

                  another of its kind.

627. If you value piece and freedom you will loose it.
628. If your vision is for a year plant wheat, if you vision is for a decade plant

                  trees, and if your vision is for a lifetime plant people.

629. If you wait for the roasted liver to cool it will get cold in someone else’s

                  mouth.

630. If you wait you may never start.
631. If you want a better tomorrow do good today.
632. If you want people to understand you, you speak their language.
633. If you want to blame the fox, then blame the hen too.
634. If you want to drink clear water from a well be there first.
635. If you want to eat a monkey, don’t look in its eyes.
636. If you want to eat a toad you should look for a fat and juicy one.
637. If you want to fight fire, you don’t wear a skirt made of dry grass.
638. If you want to grow a long tooth you must have enough lips to cover it.
639. If you want to improve your memory, lend someone money.
640. If you want to know how long a man’s tongue is, let him use his mouth to

                  lick honey from a plate.

641. If you want to remove a mountain start with one stone at a time.
642. If you want to sit under a shade in your old age plant a tree now.
643. If you want to smear somebody’s face with mud, be prepared to dirty your

                  hands.

644. If you wait for the downfall of the king, god will not make it sound.
645. If you want visitors then you leave your front door open.
646. If you waste time, surely time will waste you.
647. If you were in a place you take care of it has if it where yours.
648. If you wait be prepared to be stung by the bees.
649. If you what the hyena to eat a person then tie on him goats ears.
650. If you’re a good person even after death your grave is loved.
651. If you’re filled with pride then you will not have room for wisdom.
652. If you’re holding someone you can drop him and move on.
653. If you’re not at the war front its easy to assume we didn’t put up a good

                  fight.

654. If you aren’t in your own home, you dance while seated.
655. If you’re to cure a chicken you do so while it is still kicking.
656. If you’re to jump a swamp, you need to make one long hurdle.
657. If you’ve never been to a pit latrine, you will never know that cockroach is

                  a chief.

658. If you’re caught in a trap then you’re the thief.
659. If your husband has many wives, the only sure way for him into you’re the

                  bedroom is through a delicious meal.

660. If your mouth is in someone else’s kitchen it cannot get its independence.
661. If you’re not thankful then you’re a wizard.
662. If you’re very unkind today don’t expect favours tomorrow.

663. In a community it’s better every person to have a little of something than

                  one person to have everything.

664. In a family if you have somebody who is troublesome it’s the family

                  members who are worried than the troublesome member.

665. In a strange land one should always move near one’s kinsmen.
666. In good times friends know you and in bad times you know them.
667. In the absence of water lizards can claim to be crocodiles.
668. Innocence can be an offence.
669. Instead of being near a pagan you rather be near an animal.
670. It costs you your good spirit to steal than buying or seeking.

671.                      It doesn’t matter how slowly you walk, just as long as you don’t stop.

672. It is a foolish fly that is buried with a corpse.
673. It is a man with a harp who should decide how he is going to sleep.
674. It is a person suffering from cold who will first think of closing the door.
675. It is a stupid dog that barks at an elephant.
676. It is a surprise that the cock should hold a grudge against the pot, instead

                  of the knife that killed it.

677. It is better to walk fast than to grow angry at the forest.
678. It is childish to remain in a hole when you can take yourself out.
679. It is difficult for two long-nosed lovers to kiss.
680. It is easier to carry an empty cup than one that is filled to the brim.
681. It is easier to catch a bird at night than day.
682. It is from listening to old men that you learn wisdom.
683. It is hard even for the most selfish man to eat fish in the darkness.
684. It is impossible to tie a knot without the thumb.
685. It is in the eyes of a lazy man that maize will ripen.
686. It is in the house of a coward that people gather and point to the tomb of

                  yesterday’s warrior.

687. It is not by watching a newly wed wife that she is going to become

                  pregnant.

688. It is not right to ask a man with elephantiasis of the scrotum to take on

                  small pox as well, when thousands of other people have not had even their

                        share of small diseases.

689. It is not the lamb that should go and ask the lion if it has had dinner.
690. It is not the things in the soup that I am afraid of but perhaps the person I

                  am eating with.

691. It is odd for a dog to look unconcerned when a sheep is barking at a

                  stranger.

692. It is only a fool who says when he can’t walk, ‘lets run’.
693. It is only a mad dog that barks at a flying bird.
694. It is only a stupid cow that rejoices at the prospect of being taken to a

                  beautiful abattoir.

695. It is only the eagle that can give an account of the whisper of the cloud.
696. It is only the early risers who succeed in filling their baskets with white

                  ants.

697. It is only the foolish cock that believes the sun won’t rise if he doesn’t

                  crow.

698. It is only when you look down that you can see your nose.
699. It is possible to kill a man but it is impossible to kill his name.
700. It is the absence of a cat that allowed the rat to climb onto the table.
701. It is the cloth of an orphan that is often given to the guest.
702. It is the spirit that walks a person through darkness.
703. It is the traveller who carries the news.
704. It is unwise for one to think that a hen will ever be accorded respect in the

                  land of the hawks.

705. It is when one holds the sacrificial lamb that he begins to seek the gods.
706. It may take a lot of time to fabricate a lie but the truth only takes seconds

                  to elevate.

707. It requires a lot of carefulness to kill a fly that touches on the scrotum.
708. It s the discontented fish that envies the solely bird.
709. It takes a breast for a child to know it’s mother and it takes a mother for a

                  child to know its father.

710. It takes a season for a snake to change into its new skin.
711. It will be fool’s hardy for the ant to chase an elephant.
712. If you stoop to see your neighbour’s anus, then your own anus is wide

                  open for others to see, even more easily and clearly.

713. It’s a friend who gives you advice.
714. It’s always hard to convince a hungry person.
715. It’s better fast than later.
716. It’s better not to rise at all than to rise and fall.
717. It’s better to ask than to steal.
718. It’s better to be punished for telling the truth than to be rewarded for

                  saying lies.

719. It’s better to break than to bend.
720. It’s better to eat a mushroom in freedom than to eat meat in slavery.
721. It’s better to eat pepper and be happy than to eat honey and be sad.
722. It’s better to fall from a tree and a break your back than to fall in love and

                  break your heart.

723. It’s better to flee danger and be laughed at than to face danger and be

                  mourned.

724. It’s better to know yourself that someone to tell you who you’re.
725. It’s better to light a candle than curse the darkness.
726. It’s better to live with a dumb person than a liar.
727. It’s evil to give meat to those who do not eat meat.
728. It’s much easier to fall in love than to stay in love.
729. It’s not the aroma of the soup that tells you whether it’s sweet or not, but

                  it’s the tongue’s taste.

730. It’s not the monkey on top that make a tree fall but it’s the work and effort

                  of numerous small insects and ants.

731. It’s only a dead man who has everybody on his side.
732. It’s only the ant that hears the whispers of the sand.
733. It’s only when you aim at one spot that your urine foams.
734. It’s out of ignorance that a goat will attend a leopard’s party.
735. It’s the big birds that teach the young ones to flight.
736. It’s the orator’s wit to make a story appear old.
737. It’s the tortoise’s shell, ugly and hard that protects its life long journey on

                  earth.

738. It’s the young trees that make up the forest.
739. It’s those ugly caterpillars that turn into beautiful butterflies after seasons. 
740. It’s too late to fatten a cow on the market day.
741. It’s unworthy to dig a new pit to fill up an old one.
742. It’s useless to tell a river to stop running; the best thing is to learn how to

                  swim in the direction it’s flowing.

743. It’s wise to do what you’re born to do.
744. Its better to stumble with your feet than to stumble with your mouth.
745. Judge not your beauty by the number of people who look at you, but rather

                  by the number of people who smile at you.

746. Keep your friends close but remember to keep your enemies closer.
747. Kindness is a language, which the blind can see and the deaf can hear.
748. Kings beget kings.
749. Kinship is like tough gourds when they knock each other they never break.
750. Knowledge is better than wealth, you have to look after wealth, but

                  knowledge looks after you.

751. Knowledge is like a garden, if you don’t cultivate it you cannot harvest it.
752. Knowledge without wisdom is like water without sand.
753. Language is not plain.
754. Laughter does wonders for the heart.
755. Let us be glad to those who make us happy for their gods who make our

                 souls happy.

756. Life is a teacher.
757. Life is like a boat you move on when you paddle and stay in the same

                  place if not.

758. Life is like a mirror if you fawn it, it fawns back and if you smile, it

                 smiles.

759. Life is like riding a bicycle; you don’t fall off unless you stop pedalling.
760. Life is like shopping in a market; when you finish, you go home.
761. Life is lived forwards, but understood backwards.
762. Life is the beginning of death.
763. Life is vanity.
764. Life is what you make it.
765. Life is your ability to breath out every time you breathe in.
766. Life without battle is life without victory.
767. Like a person, even the moon grows and vanishes in a transitional process.
768. Listening is the most difficult skill to learn and the most important to have.
769. Living near a lake doesn’t mean you eat fish whenever you need.
770. Looking at a king’s mouth, one would never think he sucked from his

                  mother’s breast.

771. Love begets love.
772. Love is a painkiller.
773. Love is in blood not in talking.
774. Love is like cough you can’t hold it back.
775. Love never gets lost it’s only kept.
776. Maize cannot get justice in a chicken’s court.
777. Maize grows well where people have no teeth.
778. Man invented language to satisfy is deep need to complain.
779. Man’s goodness is a flame that can be hidden but never extinguished.
780. Man’s greatest battles are the ones he fights within himself.
781. Many hens may be in love with one cock, but none will be jealous of the

                 other.

782. Many rats never drill holes.
783. Men die but words live on.
784. Migration is a sign of protect.
785. Milk and honey have different colours, but they share the same house

                  peacefully.

786. Minds are like parachutes; they only function when they are open.
787. Money is like the waters of a sailing river it flows away.
788. Monkeys don’t advise there young ones to be careful on trees they just

                  remind them of the distance to the ground.

789. Morning is the start of a day’s work.
790. Move like a chameleon, look in front, and watch behind.
791. Music and women should not be dated.
792. Music speaks louder than words.
793. Negotiate with your enemy whilst you are a strong and formidable force,

                 and he will always fear and respect you, but negotiate at the brink of

                 defeat, and he will trample you down.

794. Never blame a messenger.
795. Never dump your old pot just because you have bought a new one.
796. Never insult your enemy while you’re laying down unless there is

                  someone else standing by.

797. Never let a friend lie in your sheep farm he might get hungry.
798. Never let a handshake pass the elbow.
799. Never lose heart because whatever is hot must in the end turn cold.
800. Never mock a fowl with raffled feathers it might have won a fight.
801. Never travel with a friend who disserts you at the notice of danger.
802. Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups.
803. Nicknames are the hardest stones the devil can throw at a man.
804. No cloth can be better than your skin.
805. No goal is unachievable.
806. No man can outwit the ancestors.
807. No man is a hero to his debtors.
808. No matter how angry a rat may be it will be eaten by a cat.

809.                      No matter how beautiful and well crafted a coffin might look, it will not

                  make anyone wish for death.

810. No matter how big a child is, he cannot deny that he was once carried on

                  the back of a woman.

811. No matter how big the butterfly may be, it cannot be called a bat.
812. No matter how close the ear is to the eye they can’t see each other.
813. No matter how tough the current of a river may be it is the calabash that

                  triumphal over the river.

814. No matter how far you are from your house, you will keep going until you

                  get home.

815. No matter how far you have walked in the wrong direction certainly you

                  have to turn back and take the right direction.

816. No matter how fast a man can run, he can never chase his shadow and

                 catch it.

817. No matter how good a hunting dog is it cannot kill a leopard.
818. No matter how high the bird flies, a hunter sets is trap on the ground.
819. No matter how high the vulture may choose to soar, the eagle will remain

                 king of the sky.

820. No matter how hot your anger may be it cannot cook.
821. No matter how huge a hook may be it cannot catch fish in a river.
822. No matter how hungry the vulture, it will never eat grass.
823. No matter how kind a man might be he cannot accept to share his wife.
824. No matter how long a bird lives in a cage, it will always want to escape.
825. No matter how long a fallen tree stays in the river it can never be a

                 crocodile.

826. No matter how long a stick may stay in a river, it will never change into

                 fish.

827. No matter how long and winding the road might be, it will always lead

                  you to your destination.

828. No matter how much you feed a lizard it cannot become a crocodile.
829. No matter how often a man quarrels with his wife he doesn’t do so during

                  the hours lending to bedtime.

830. No matter how old you may be the future will always be ahead of you.
831. No matter how painful the loss, the bereaved won’t be buried with the

                 corpse.

832. No matter how poor a village, there is always one rich man.
833. No matter how powerful a man, he cannot make the rains fall on his farm

                 alone.

834. No matter how rich a man may be he cannot sleep on two beds at ago.
835. No matter how sharp a knife is, it can never cut its handle.
836. No matter how sharp your teeth are, you can’t bite water.
837. No matter how short a man is, he will always see the sky.
838. No matter how small a pin can be a hen cannot swallow it.
839. No matter how tall a camel is, it will never get taller than the hair on its

                 back.

840. No matter how tall a tree might grow it will always shed its leaves on the

                 ground.

841. No matter how tight a monkey’s trousers are, there is always space for his

                 tail.

842. No matter how well tamed a lion, it will one day go back to the bush.
843. No matter how wise you are, you cannot trace footsteps in water.
844. No matter how black a cow is the milk is always white.
845. No one truly knows a nation until one has been inside its jails.
846. No pestle can be bigger than its mortar.
847. No sin goes unpunished.
848. No sweat, no sweet.
849. Not all men who walk in the street naked are crazy.
850. Not all the baboons that enter a maize field come out satisfied.
851. Not everything on the body that swells is a boil.
852. Not everything that glitters is gold or diamond.
853. Nothing on earth is greedier than the eye.
854. Of what good is giving birth when later there regrets of disrespect.
855. Old men and women in the village are books of history and wisdom.
856. On the day a monkey dies, all the trees are slippery.
857. Once bitten by a snake you feel suspicious even when you see a piece of

                  rope.

858. Once the teeth are together they can crack the bone.
859. Once you’ve started a competition, you must carry it to the finish.
860. One can see it but must not say, when the master of a house passes excreta

                  in a pot.

861. One cannot put out fire with fire.
862. One day cannot make an elephant rot.
863. One decade is long enough to change the looks of mountains and rivers.                                       
864. One doesn’t call a hyena to displine a troublesome goat.
865. One finger cannot wash the whole face.
866. One man’s meat is another man’s pet.
867. One only realises the importance of a well when the water dries up.
868. One who carries a pot of honey doesn’t envy the sugarcane farmer.
869. One who causes others misfortune also teaches them wisdom.
870. One who eats alone cannot discuss the taste of the food with others.
871. One who said ‘I know everything’ built a house without a door.
872. One with more firewood than you, has more ash than you.
873. Only a fool will use both his legs to test how deep a spring is.
874. Only a goat that is tired of life invites a lion to dinner.
875. Only a knife can best tell a child when to  leave it.
876. Only a patient man can milk a lioness.
877. Only a well-taught groom deserves a bride.
878. Only birds with long beaks can drink from deep pots.
879. Only the person who wears the shoe feels it when it pitches.
880. Only those who do nothing never make a mistake.
881. Open your ears to the ancestors and you will understand the language of

                  spirits.

882. Optimism is a mania for saying all is well when one is in hell.
883. Ours is ours, but mine is mine.
884. Pain is inevitable suffering is optional.
885. Patience over wins a lot of ill.
886. People are like chameleons; circumstances make them change their colour.
887. People who drink to drown their sorrows, should be told that sorrow

                 knows how to swim.

888. Praise of the moon the god.
889. Pray for good harvest, but keep on hoeing.
890. Pregnancy could not be covered with the hand.
891. Problems come in threes.
892. Wise sayings are men.
893. Quiet people are like still water their deep.
894. Regrets are much like grandchildren; they come much later.
895. Remember the wisdom of your ancestors in order to become wise.
896. Remember your ancestors because you’re not better than them.
897. Removing a peace of yam from the pot of yam doesn’t stop the rest from

                 cooking.

898. Roaring lions kill no prey.
899. Running water can never jump over a hole in the ground.
900. Sanity is the playground for the unimaginative.
901. Search for a friend with no faults and you will remain with no friends.
902. Shame to the house where the hen crows and the cock is silent.

903. She is beautiful; she has love, understands; she respects herself and others;

                  everyone likes, loves and honours her; she is a goddess.

904. She who gives birth to triplets cannot ask for a third breast.
905. She who grinds millet should have wisdom about rainy clouds and winds.
906. Silence brings wisdom of the ancestors.
907. Slashing isn’t digging nor is digging called sowing.
908. Society is like a pot it can’t carry water when its broken.
909. Soldiers don’t cry.
910. Some birds are not meant to be caged there feathers are to blight and there

                 meant to fly.

911. Someone who doesn’t listen to others deserves not to be listened too.
912. Someone who wants everything looses everything.
913. Something that doesn’t talk how does it refuse.
914. Something you think that is nice when you get into contact with it, it

                  seizes to be nice.

915. Sometimes a lie is kinder than a truth.
916. Sometimes the face can tell what the lips can’t say.
917. Sometimes the spirits speaks for you and sometimes the spirits makes you

                  speak.

918. Sometimes you need to die in order to live again.
919. Sorrow may sadden your face but it sharpens your understanding.
920. Stronger than an army is a quotation whose time has come.
921. Students are the only consumers who do not want what they pay for.
922. Success in life largely depends on how you handle your failures.
923. Success is a ladder which cannot be climbed with hands in your pocket.
924. Sudden frightening occurrence knows no brave person.
925. Sunshine always follows a dark night.
926. Sweetness attracts more flies than sourness.
927. Take what you need and leave our land the way you found it.
928. Talking is cheap until you hire a lawyer to do it for you.
929. Teaching a monkey to eat with a fork and knife will never make it a man.
930. Tears cannot bring you joy but joy can bring you tears.
931. Tears never flow in the house of a coward.
932. Tears will not stop flowing for someone who is crying for himself.
933. Teenagers act like babies if they are not treated like adults.
934. Tell your friend a lie, if he keeps it secret, then tell him the truth.
935. That what comes to stay has come it cannot return.
936. That which got bent while growing when you straighten it, it breaks.
937. That which is about to die doesn’t hear the drum beating.
938. That you don’t give birth too, you let him or her carry a stone on the head.
939. That you eat in the morning passes you through the day.
940. The ancestors may annoy you but don’t make a mistake of annoying them

                  back, they may annoy you forever.

941. The animal hide can best be straightened and smoothened when still fresh.
942. The animal that escapes the hunter’s spear is only allowed to go.
943. The ant that destroys a kola nut lives inside it.
944. The antics of a market buffoon provide laughter, but nobody prays that his

                  child becomes the market buffoon.

945. The arrow that missed the head of its target will never hit the tail.
946. The attacks of a wild beast cannot be averted with only bare hands.
947. The beauty of a woman becomes useless if there is no one to admire it.
948. The bee that carries honey in its mouth carries a sting in its tail.
949. The best dancer comes from the sitting lounge.
950. The best mirror of all is an old friend.
951. The best preparation for tomorrow is to make sure today’s work is

                  superbly done.

952. The best way to catch a bird is not by scaring it away.
953. The bird is up in the sky but its eyes are on the ground.
954. The bird, which flaps its wings too much, will drop its feathers.
955. The black cow doesn’t give black milk.
956. The blight ness of the moon can only be experienced in total darkness.
957. The blind man would like to show the way to others.
958. The brave man is not he who doesn’t feel afraid, but he who conquers that

                  fear.

959. The bravery of a lion doesn’t protect it from the spear of a hunter.
960. The bubbling flames are not fire.
961. The buffalo’s shit is dry on top when inside its wet.
962. The buried do not give birth.

963. The buttocks are like a married couple though there is constant friction

                  between them; they will still love and live together.

964. The canary that dances along the bush path must have its drummer in the

                  nearby bush.

965. The cat may look like a lion, but that does not make it a lion.
966. The ceiling won’t stay when the room is no longer there.
967. The cheapest way to improve your looks is to wear a smile.
968. The cheapest way to win a person is by a smile.
969. The chicken that sits along the road to eat shall never enjoy a good meal.
970. The cock belongs to one household, but when it crows it is heard in the

                  whole village.

971. The cock that loses its pace time of cockadoodle should be dressed

                  otherwise it will misguide you.

972. The cockroach cannot be innocent in a court where the hen is judge.
973. The cocks that cockadoodle were once eggs.
974. The coffin seller wants a long life for himself and a short life for others.
975. The cow engenders the man.
976. The cow with no tail can only depend on goats to rid himself of flies.
977. The danger that threatens the hunting dog, threatens the hunter too.
978. The darkest hour is before dawn.
979. The dead are among us.
980. The dead man doesn’t know the value of his coffin.
981. The death of a man doesn’t make his wives men.
982. The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits.
983. The dog never minds not to laugh.
984. The downfall of a man is not the end of his life.
985. The downfall of man begins with pride.
986. The drum is the favourite instrument of the spirits.
987. The eggshell cannot be a mother of its resultant offspring.
988. The evil everyone does lives after him or her.
989. The eye cannot bear loads yet it can tell heavy objects from light ones.
990. The eye is not harmed by sleep.
991. The eye looking at the sun will not need an adviser before it blinks.
992. The eye of a snake is big but no one can put is finger on it.
993. The eyes that beheld the chief don’t fear for a court official.
994. The eyes that have seen the ocean cannot be satisfied by a mere lagoon.
995. The fall of a dead leaf is a warning to the green ones.
996. The fish starts to rot from the head.
997. The fish that dirties the water will forever swim in dirty water.
998. The fly had life even before the dog had its wounds.
999. The forest not only hides man’s enemies but its full of man’s medicine,

                  healing power and food.

1000. The fox must be chased away first after that the hen might be warned

                  against wandering into the bush.

1001. The frog likes water but not when it’s boiling.
1002. The frowning face of a goat doesn’t prevent it being taken to market.
1003. The fruits of a tree on the roadside are never eaten ripe.
1004. The ghosts gossip among each other.
1005. The goat eats where it’s tethered.
1006. The gourd that never leaves the boozing centre attains cracks.
1007. The gourd’s neck cannot be straightened in it’s old age, it can only be

                  broken.

1008. The grass may be greener on the other side, but it is just as difficult to cut.
1009. The grave only calls those death loves.
1010. The great tree chooses where to grow and we find it there, so it is with the

                  greatness in men.

1011. The greatest crime in a desert is to find water and keep silent about it.
1012. The greatest of all faults is to be conscious of none.
1013. The greatest truth is the simplest one.
1014. The greatness of man’s male organ don’t call it an hydro cell.
1015. The grindstones can neither be used as a stool nor a headrest.
1016. The hand that tied the lion knows best how to untie it.
1017. The happy man rises with the sun.
1018. The heart doesn’t wear rags.
1019. The hen doesn’t have breasts, but she can still feed her chicks.
1020. The hen knows that dawn has arrived but it leaves the duty of crowing to

                  the cock.

1021. The homeowner doesn’t eat a little.
1022. The horns cannot be too heavy for the cow that bears them.
1023. The hottest music and dance always comes from home.
1024. The house rat who goes swimming with his friend the lizard will die from

                  cold.

1025. The insect that eats the leaf is under the leaf.
1026. The kite in the skies doesn’t feed on clouds.
1027. The kola nut stays longer in the mouths of those who value it.
1028. The length of the rope determines the movement of the goat.
1029. The leopard that covers its black spots with hamaton dust solution will

                  truly be exposed when the rain season comes.

1030. The life of a groundnut lies between two shells.
1031. The light of a thousand stars doesn’t equal the light of the moon.
1032. The lion may be king of the jungle but he knows, he shouldn’t stand in the

                  way of the elephant.

1033. The madman, who throws a stone into a crowded market, forgets that his

                  own mother could be hit by his madness.

1034. The man who counts the bits of food he swallows is never satisfied.
1035. The man, who eats alone, dies alone.
1036. The mind of a fool is like a broken pot it will hold no wisdom.
1037. The monkey and gorilla may claim kinship, but the monkey is a monkey

                  and the gorilla is a gorilla.

1038. The monkey is a good boxer, but his hands are short.
1039. The more mistakes you make the fewer mistakes there left to make.
1040. The most horrible sight on earth cannot put out the eye.
1041. The mouth does not know limitations of its master.
1042. The mouth is stupid after eating it forgets who gave it the food.
1043. The mouth that eats should not talk, for it risks swallowing a fly.
1044. The mouth that speaks a lot is liable to hunt a friend.
1045. The nail that sticks out is the one that gets hammered down.
1046. The naked truth is always better than the best-dressed lie.
1047. The noise produced by frogs in the well can’t stop an elephant from

                  drinking.

1048. The okra plant doesn’t grow taller than its planter.
1049. The old lady feels uneasy when dry bones are mentioned in a proverb.
1050. The one chased away with a stick comes back and the one chassed away

                  with reason doesn’t come back.

1051. The one who hasn’t strength to pound yams pretends to drive away flies

                  from the yams.

1052. The one who is not wrestling says throw him down and we go.
1053. The one who knows the way to the cemetery carries the tail end of the

                  coffin.

1054. The one who shows off himself in every place will one day search for

                  Where to hide.

1055. The one who sleeps in his room knows where it is leaking.
1056. The one who went to the in-laws got trapped in a thorn tree.
1057. The one who wrestles with a big man will soon wear himself out.
1058. The one you minimise could be eating meat everyday.
1059. The opinion of the intelligent is better than the certainty of the ignorant.
1060. The palm-wine we drink, some people can drink it and remain wise; others

                  lose all their senses.

1061. The person who is coming from the bowels of the earth doesn’t despise

                  even the smallest amount of sunshine.

1062. The person you know during daytime should also be recognisable during

                  night time.

1063. The person you put on your back is one who bites you.
1064. The persons we eat with are the ones  to kills us.
1065. The power of a leopard resides in its claws.
1066. The problem with the palace attendant isn’t how to steal the king’s drums

                  but where to play them from.

1067. The queen ant feeds on its own ants.
1068. The rabbit that dances on the broken branch of a high tree must look down

                  to see how many mouths are opened wide beneath.

1069. The radiate sun reflections and lightening cannot make a blind person see.
1070. The raised hand cares not for its own recognition, but for that of the body

                  below.

1071. The restless grasshopper only finds rest in the gizzard of a bird.
1072. The rich have no heart, the lake never floats a pin.
1073. The road to success is always under construction.
1074. The rope that hangs a monkey, hangs a baboon as well.
1075. The roughness of a cotton tree is not known until you get close to it. 
1076. The same sun that melts the wax hardens the clay.
1077. The same teeth that a dog uses to play it uses to bite too.
1078. The sayings of the wise are like the sharp sticks that shepherds use to

                  guide sheep.

1079. The secret of success is to start from scratch.
1080. The shortest distance between two people is a smile.
1081. The sky is wide enough for two birds to fly without their wings touching.
1082. The smoke caused by meat which is roasted does not cause pain in the

                  eyes of a hungry person.

1083. The song sang by men when going to hunt is not the same song they sing

                  when they come back.

1084. The soul would have no rainbow if the  eyes didn’t have tears.
1085. The spirits are the strength and counsel to the living.
1086. The start of weeping is always hard.
1087. The strength of a man can’t be determined by is size.
1088. The strength of the wolf is in the pack, the strength of the pack is in the

                  wolf.

1089. The strong will always rule, it’s only a question of the content of the

                   strength.

1090. The strongest man on earth is he who stands alone.
1091. The strongest person among men is not he who fights everyone but is he

                  who controls is anger.

1092. The sun will shine on those who are standing before it shines on those who

                  are sitting.

1093. The sweet flying ants will never be birds.
1094. The sweetness of a kola nut doesn’t lie in its sugar content.
1095. The tears of a man flow into the stomach.
1096. The teeth that cannot move in unison cannot bit a piece of meat.
1097. The teeth that stink together are the ones to bite the meat.
1098. The tiger that prowls quietly doesn’t mean it’s intimidated.
1099. The time to make friends is before you need them.
1100. The time to slap a king is the time when a fly touches on his cheek.
1101. The time you wake up is your morning.
1102. The tongue can be so sweet but when the hands are too tough.
1103. The tongue is not statically smooth.
1104. The tooth is a fool because it smiles to whom it even dislikes.
1105. The tortoise said it wants to box, but its hand is too short.
1106. The tongue weighs practically nothing, but so few people can hold it.
1107. The two hardest things in life to handle are success and failure.
1108. The visitor who goes away without eating never comes back.
1109. The voice that comes to borrow is more humble than the voice that comes

                   to sake payment.

1110. The voices of the ancestors are the voices of the gods.
1111. The water in your well can be very hot, but it will never cook your rice.
1112. The way a cat walks is not the way it catches a rat.
1113. The weed that grows by the riverbank will not suffer the effect of draught.
1114. The white ant is small but it creates the great anthill.
1115. The wind that carried the mortar will not fail to carry the pestle.
1116. The wise create proverbs for fools to learn, not to repeat.
1117. The words of the elders do not lock all the doors, they leave the right door

                  open.

1118. The words of the wise become sweet the day after.
1119. The words you say to tell the truth are as important as the decision to be

                  truthful.

1120. The world about us.
1121. The world has changed dramatically.
1122. The world is story.
1123. The worm that exposes itself on the ground is waiting for a lucky bird to

                  devour it.

1124. The worst person doesn’t lack some good deeds.
1125. The worst you can do to truth is to cloth it in lies, you can’t undo it.
1126. There are many colourful flowers on the path of life, but the prettiest have

                  the sharpest thorns.

1127. There are no short cuts to the top of a palm tree.
1128. There are no witnesses to a dream.
1129. There is a good reason why natural water never runs at night.
1130. There is a wise reason why a cock can’t sound like a turkey.
1131. There is always a winner even in a monkey’s beauty contest.
1132. There is always one bull of the kraal.
1133. There is no day that goes without the moon and no day that goes without

                  sunrise and sunset.

1134. There is no need to point out the obvious.
1135. There is no point in living if we cannot take back our culture.
1136. There is no smoke without fire.
1137. There is no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothing. 
1138. There is no venom like that of the tongue.
1139. There is no virgin in a maternity ward.
1140. There is no way you can pour water into a basket and expect the water to

                  remain.

1141. They laugh at you when your going but when you came back with a load

                  they’re a shamed.

1142. Think like a winner and you will be one.
1143. Those who make friendship with a club shouldn’t expect a good

                  handshake.

1144. Those at piece, work for it.
1145. Those who are opposed to terrorism should not terrorise others.
1146. Those who do not forgive break the bridge on which they have to pass.
1147. Those who get their kola nut cracked by the spirit should not forget to be

                  humble.

1148. Those who give birth to nincompoop it’s not their wish.
1149. Those who have friends in the kitchen don’t starve.
1150. Those who have not crossed the river yet should not laugh at those who

                  are drowning.

1151. Those who judge before they know the facts will learn to shed tears.
1152. Those who master to climb trees with their teeth are in better position to

                  tell which barks are bitter.

1153. Those who move are the ones who see the lion’s footprints.
1154. Those who never protect the values of their ancestors their soul will never

                  rest peacefully.

1155. Those who part from there homeland part with there all life.
1156. Those who think there too big to do little things are perhaps to small to do

                  big things.

1157. Those who walk slowly reach a far, hence to hurry is not worth.
1158. Though the sky belongs to the bird it can’t fly when it’s raining.
1159. Thunder cannot make a deaf person hear.
1160. Time heals all wounds.
1161. Time is a healer.
1162. Time is a teacher.
1163. Time lost is lost forever.
1164. To a man who only has a hammer in his tool kit, every problem looks like

                  a nail.

1165. To be able to love other people you must be able to love yourself.
1166. To be an ancestral believer is to be a good ancestor.
1167. To be precautious doesn’t mean fear phobia.
1168. To cut off the head is no remedy for the headache.
1169. To handle yourself use your head to handle others use your heart.
1170. To love that one who never loves you is like rain falling in the forest.
1171. To neglect one’s ancestors would bring ill-fortune and failure in life.
1172. To remove a fly from a friend’s forehead never use a hatchet.
1173. To suffer doesn’t mean to die.
1174. To travel is to see, to return is to talk.
1175. To whom to much is given we require too much from him.
1176. Too many cooks, cooking at the same time makes the day take long to

                  break.

1177. Too much happiness brings tears in our eyes.
1178. Tortoises only make progress when they stick there necks out.
1179. Tough times don’t last, tough people do.
1180. Train a child the way he should go and make sure you also go the same

                  way.

1181. Travel makes one a stranger.
1182. Troubles are like babies: the more they are nursed, the better they grow.
1183. True love means what’s mine is yours.
1184. Truth and morning become light with time.
1185. Truth cannot be hidden forever beneath evil.
1186. Truth is like fire it cannot be hidden under dry leaves.
1187. Truth is the first victim of war.
1188. Two cats can never be equal; one will always be bigger than the other.
1189. Two rams cannot drink from the same bucket at the same time; they will

                  lock horns.

1190. United we are a rock, divided we are sand.
1191. Unless the broken tooth is thrown out the mouth will continue to chew

                  with caution.

1192. Until a crab finds itself in a very hot pot of soup, it will never understand

                  that water can be both cold and hot.

1193. Until the rotten tooth is pulled out cautiously, the mouth will not have rest.
1194. Until the snake is dead do not drop the stick.
1195. Use people who have something to gain, not people with nothing to lose.
1196. Used recklessly then s/he must have inherited the misused property.
1197. Victory has a hundred fathers and defeat is an orphan.
1198. Villages that posses culture will never perish even though they may be

                  small.

1199. Vision quest should be continuous.
1200. War is a bad chisel with which to curve out tomorrow.
1201. Wars are created by people to old to fight for those to young to die.
1202. Water from another man’s calabash tests differently.
1203. Water is colourless and tasteless but you can live on it longer than eating

                 food.

1204. We shall not give the hyena twice.
1205. Well-timed silence is the most commanding __expression.

1206. What comes from the lips reaches the ears, what comes from the heart

                  reaches the heart.

1207. What grows quickly, dies quickly.
1208. What is in a heart of a sober man is on the tongue of a drunkard.
1209. What is in the yams that a knife doesn’t know.
1210. What is sweet in a fools mouth will surely finish is money.
1211. What is tightly rapped is known by only the rapper.
1212. What kills a calf comes from the udder.
1213. What makes a fool excited now a wise person had heard before and isn’t

                  excited.

1214. What makes a sheep blit loudly the goat had already seen before.
1215. What makes up an anthill is the effort and order of determined and

                  organised termites.

1216. What never kills a herdsman never takes away his cattle.
1217. What our husband says is what we also say.
1218. What the elders see while sitting the young ones standing on their toes

                  won’t see.

1219. What the gods keep for the poor, no man can destroy.
1220. What we do with pity another would call it strength.
1221. What we get takes away our troubles.
1222. What will kill a dog first blocks its nose.
1223. What you cook with dislike is what your bound to eat.
1224. What you do with injustice often backfires.
1225. What you eat now comes out later.
1226. What you help a child to love can be more important than what you help

                  him to learn.

1227. What you learn is what you die with.
1228. What you may call small another will call it big.
1229. Eating what you plant is better than begging for leftovers.
1230. Whatever nourished the goat until it grew a beard will continue to sustain

                  him.

1231. When a blind man is happy he gives money to his child to buy kerosene

                  for his lamp.

1232.                  When a blind man tells you he is going to throw a stone, know that his

                  foot is on the stone.

1233. When a cat wants to eat its own kitten it accuses them of smelling like

                  rats.

1234. When a chick ignores its mother’s warning, the eagle grasps it for a meal.
1235. When a child is asleep a mother’s attention is on the child’s stomach.
1236. When a cock invites a cockroach for a birthday party, he has prepared

                 dinner for himself.

1237. When a cow is crying, a dog is making a party.
1238. When a coward sees a man he can beat he becomes hungry for a fight.
1239. When a cricket is quiet, it is digging.
1240. When a four-year child is still crawling instead of walking it is time to cry

                  out.

1241. When a lion cannot find the flesh to feed on, it has no choice but to eat the

                  grass.

1242. When a lion runs and looks back, its not that he is afraid, rather he is

                  trying to see the distance he has covered.

1243. When a man cheats on you once, shame on him, when he cheats on you

                  twice, shame on you.

1244. When a man curses his own child it is a terrible thing.
1245. When a bee stings a man, he doesn’t set off to destroy all beehives.
1246. When a man raises his voice at home, know that he started lowering if

                  elsewhere.

1247. When a monkey doesn’t get a banana, he eats chillies.
1248. When a naked person promises you cloth beware.
1249. When a new saying gets to the land of empty men they lose their heads

                  over it.

1250. When a rat mocks a cat then you know there is a hole nearby.
1251. When a rat swims with a frog, it dies of cold.
1252. When a single grass falls from a grass-thatched house it doesn’t leak.
1253. When a slippery ground lies ahead do not laugh at those who have fallen.
1254. When a stiff-necked bull stands with its four legs planted firmly and

                  refuses to move, you cannot make it go ahead only by pulling it by the

                  reins and using your whip.

1255. When a stone is identified it cannot destroy a hoe.

1256. When a tortoise embarks on a journey he doesn’t ask for directions,

                  because he does not want his enemies to know where he’s going.

1257. When all the water has gone, only the largest stones will remain on the

                  riverbed.

1258. When an abomination has become of age it becomes a tradition.
1259. When an elephant becomes as small as a monkey, it ceases to be an

                  elephant.

1260. When an elephant eats and eats and still cries for more, it is the grass that

                  will get embarrassed.

1261. When bad luck chooses you as a companion, even a ripe banana can

                  remove your teeth.

1262. When cats are hairdressers, rats will always go around with uncombed

                  hair.

1263. When kings lose direction they become servants.
1264. When many trees fall on top of one another, a wise man removes the one

on top first.

1265. When one finger is swollen it affects the others.
1266. When one hand is injured the other nurses it, when both hands are injured

they nurse each other.

1267. When one man’s curse falls on a person another one breaks it.
1268. When one tries to shake a big tree, he ends up shaking himself.
1269. When problems come they carry along with them all their relatives.
1270. When problems visit a man it arrives with its own bed and table.
1271. When riding on top of an elephant do not assume there is no dew in the

                  thicket.

1272. When the bells are in water they can’t make any sound.
1273. When the big drum is sounded the small drums keep silence.
1274. When the bush is on fire the chameleon learns to run first.
1275. When the buttocks foul the air it’s the head that gets knocked.
1276. When the cock craws the heart of a debtor skips a bit. 
1277. When the cockroach decides to make the cock its friend it must be ready

                  to end up in the cock’s stomach.

1278. When the drummers change their beats the dancers must also change their

                  Steps.

1279. When the eye sees you then your bound to go for duty.
1280. When the head is big it cannot avoid punches.
1281. When the head of a snake is cut off, the rest of his body is an ordinary

                  rope.

1282. When the mother monkey leaves her baby to fall, one must not blame the

                 dried branch.

1283. When the rain falls, it falls on both the freeborn and the slaves.
1284. When the river dries up, we will all see where the crocodile sleeps.
1285. When the shadow of a tree is bent, straighten the tree, not the shadow.
1286. When the threads unite, they can tie the lion.
1287. When there is a big tree, small ones climb on its back to reach the sun.

1288. When there is a misunderstanding between the left leg and right leg the

                  entire body falls down.

1289. When they told the wise goat that the butcher was dead, she asked:

                 ‘really? And is the butcher’s knife dead too?

1290. When two ageing good friends fight, it’s because of an old grouch.
1291. When two elephants fight, it is the grass that suffers.
1292. When vultures surround you, try not to die.
1293. When water stays for long it stinks.
1294. When you ask, you become a fool for a little while and when you don’t

                  ask you become a fool for the rest of your life.

1295. When you chase a fellow man reserve the strength to switch you back

                  when he recharges and turns.

1296. When you cry for rain, you cry for mud too.
1297. When you fight fire with fire, somebody is going to get hurt.
1298. When you give a friend a goat, you have to let go of the leash.
1299. When you lose on the drum-beating if the gods, you lose on the rhythm

                  and pace of life.

1300. When you plant a yam it produces another yam.
1301. When you see a rat running in a fire then what it’s running away from is

                  hotter than fire.

1302. When you’re a stranger in a land, if good comes to it may you have you

                  share and if bad comes let it go to the owners of the land who know what

                  gods should be appeased.

1303. When you’re undressed then you’re ready for anything.
1304. When your friend gives your wife an expensive present, it’s time to get

                  suspicious.

1305. When your house is on fire you don’t choose who to help you put out the

                  fire.

1306. When your leg is sinking your whole body should fill it.
1307. When your opponents are you’re friends there must be problems ahead.
1308. Whenever lightening strikes, everyone runs to cover his or her own head.
1309. Whenever something stands, another thing stands besides it.
1310. Where comes a great man he doesn’t come alone.
1311. Where God boils his yam that is exactly where the devil roasts his fish.
1312. Where many are gathered, there is much to be said.
1313. Where rain has ever been trapped before when it rains again it will get

                  trapped once again.

1314. Where the heart sleeps is where you’re bound to go at dawn.
1315. Where the rain falls there is no hunger.
1316. Where the young know, is where they believe it’s raining.
1317. Where there are no fools, there would be no wise men.
1318. Where there is a crippled don’t imitate is disability.
1319. Where there is a frog, the snake is not far away.
1320. Where there is life there is hope.
1321. Where you’ve ever left without a quarrel is where you’re about to return.
1322. Where you killed from is not where you eat from.
1323. Where you won’t feast from, you sense it sooner than later.
1324. Where your mother is born, you can’t call anyone a child.
1325. Whether the egg crashes on the coconut or the coconut crashes on the egg,

                  it is the egg that suffers.

1326. White ants can do no harm to a stone.
1327. Whoever rides on the lion’s back must surely end up in the lion’s stomach.
1328. Whoever stands in need of honey should not be afraid of bees.
1329. Why take away something by force which you can obtain by love.
1330. Why they like an ugly person it takes long for a beautiful person to know

                  it.

1331. Wine is not for the wrenched.
1332. Wine is the drunkard’s blanket.
1333. Wisdom is like a baobab tree, no one individual can embrace it.
1334. Wisdom is like a good skin bag every man carries his own.
1335. With a little seed of imagination you can grow a field of hope.
1336. With time an egg will walk.
1337. Without impalas and hyenas, the lion cannot be the king of the jungle.
1338. Words are like arrows throw them only when you know where they will

                 fall.

1339. Worry is like a rocking chair it swings you back and forth and it takes you

                  nowhere.

1340. You always learn a lot more when you lose than when you win.
1341. You always pick the fruits of what you plant.
1342. You are only young once, but you can stay immature indefinitely.
1343. You ask for the ancestors’ help and then help yourself.
1344. You can beat a fool half to death but you can’t beat the foolishness out of

                  him.           

1345. You can hide wine in a gourd but not in the belly.
1346. You can kill a man’s identity on earth but you cannot kill is spirit.
1347. You can leave without a friend but never without a neighbour.
1348. You can never sow rice and expect to harvest maize.
1349. You can out run that which is running after you but not that that’s running

                  inside of you.

1350. You can see the fowl’s innerness when the wind is blowing.
1351. You can share the same bed but you can’t share the same dream.
1352. You can stay a thousand miles away from home and still see inside.
1353. You can take a goat to the river, but you can’t make it drink the water.
1354. You can teach other people how to learn other languages but you can’t

                  teach them how to govern themselves.

1355. It is not worth telling a lovely story at the funeral.
1356. You can’t become a teacher before your taught.
1357. You can’t hide the smoke when the house is burning.
1358. You can’t inject new ideas in a man’s head by cutting it off.
1359. You can’t jump a swamp before you reach it.
1360. You can’t lead anyone further than you have gone yourself.
1361. You can’t measure a snake until it’s dead.
1362. You can’t order a goat to eat the hyena.
1363. You can’t spread a net to catch a bird that is watching you.
1364. You can’t tell the colour of somebody’s cloth from his shadow.
1365. You can’t walk before you can crawl.
1366. You cannot amputate your genitals for being impotent.
1367. You cannot beat a child to take away its tears.
1368. You cannot blindfold a man and expect him to ferry you across the river.
1369. You cannot climb a bid of success with your hands tied up.
1370. You cannot dance without music though you can sing instrumentally

                  without dancing.

1371. You cannot exchange peace for war.
1372. You cannot expect me to carry you on my back and then you say my head

                  smells.

1373. You cannot hide your nakedness from your bath bucket.
1374. You cannot lean on air.
1375. You cannot lock up science in one head.
1376. You cannot name a child that is not born.
1377. You cannot reject the head of a cow simply because the eye scares you.
1378. You cannot send a goat to rescue a lamb from a loin’s attack.
1379. You cannot stop birds from flying over your head, but you can stop them

                  nesting in your hair.

1380. You cannot stop planting cereals just because birds are going to feast on

                  them.

1381. You cannot win a lottery without buying a ticket.
1382. You cannot work for food when there is no food for work.
1383. You chew from one side of your mouth and keep the other side still.
1384. You could destroy everything I have believed in and your father before

                  you and his father before you.

1385. You do not verify from your mother the authenticity of what your

                  grandmother has told you.

1386. You don’t become an expert in five days.
1387. You don’t give someone a goat for a gift and still hold on to the rope.
1388. You don’t have to climb the palm wine tree to drink palm wine.
1389. You don’t have to lie down at the spot where your enemy has thrown you.
1390. You don’t have to tell the deaf that there is a stampede in the market.
1391. You don’t punish a fish by throwing it in water.
1392. You get what you deserve.
1393. You have to heal the wound before it ignores the medicine.
1394. You may as well die fighting the enemy than live exploited and be

                  persecuted by him.

1395. You may be disappointed if you fail, but you are doomed if you don’t try.
1396. You may choose your friends but not your neighbours.
1397. You may say the cassava in your mouth is bitter, but it is only looking at

                  the next one.

1398. You never know a line is zigzag until you put a straight line against it.
1399. You see this thing called blood there is nothing like it.
1400. You should know what’s being cooked in the kitchen otherwise you might

                 eat a forbidden food.

1401. You shouldn’t leave your own fire ablaze to go and put out your

                  neighbour’s fire.

1402. You will never know the importance of the buttocks, until they develop a

                  boil.

1403. You wouldn’t know how far the town is if you’ve been taken there.
1404. Your brother’s pocket cannot keep your wealth.
1405. Your feet will take you away from home but your stomach will bring you

                  back.

1406. Your food is supposed to be your medicine and your medicine is supposed

                  to be your food.

1407. Your greatest hope is your greatest fear.
1408. Your mind is like a parachute; it only works when it’s open.
1409. Your mother is the bodyguard of your father.
1410. Your previous lies will contradict your future truths.
1411. If your brother is rich it doesn’t mean you’re rich.
1412. A lazy man plants on a mad bark as an excuse for not planting.
1413. The one whose foot you heal kicks you with it.
1414. No problem is settled until it is settled right.
1415. Even if you’re rich, you cannot bury yourself.
1416. You cannot cure a wound by striking it gently.
1417. If you want to catch a black goat you make haste before it’s dark.
1418. A bad wound deserves strong medicine.
1419. A day you believe is not bad, is the one that becomes bad.
1420. What is put in a basket before going to the market won’t be the same thing

                  returned in the basket.

1421                    A snake’s ears only listen to a stick.

1422                    He who pelts another with paddles asks for stones in return.

1423                    It is better to host a good stranger than a bad brother.

1424                    A king is like a lake, you can’t dispense him, otherwise, you risk drowning.

1425                    A lazy fly cannot have a taste of a fresh wound.

1426                    Silence cannot be misquoted.

1427                    If you fill your head with pride you will lack space for wisdom.

As a tree fully clad in think fiber creeping stems closely attached and growing to the boom, so was a man. Only that he didn’t have leaves but he was masculine and tall enough not to balance with any other human being. His voice was a bang that could be noticed even in the middle of a moon full night of interaction. It was Wakabi the hunter, well known across village reed borders among animals and people. He was also an elder in Busiki.

At the gates of his mushroom compound spears beatified the edges and each mushroom’s entrance of his five wives other spears stood there. In addition, the oldest spear lived at his old Paapa's mushroom who lived as the eldest among the community. He had lived to be known as the Oldman. It was a portioned homestead that depicted Wakabi's brevity, chieftacy and integrity.

Wakabi though a hunter of animals, he was also a hunter of humans next to the spirits of the land just as his Oldman was a great warrior. Wakabi was the village and the village was Wakabi.

Depending on the sun’s bearing that contemporary formed a shade on the necessary side of Wakabi's mushroom, Wakabi would rest on his hide at that one shade side of the mushroom and then at the opposite part a time later. It was a habit he stole from the Oldman and hence the Oldman did the same. Nevertheless, whenever there was no tilt the Oldman would enter his mushroom at noon of the day. At that time of day his son would visit Kamira, a very good friend.

It was told that Wakabi and the Oldman were always in hiding as there mushrooms were in line to one another and parallel to the crawling sun’s course. Therefore, they never got to meet during their relaxing interval, face to face by the mushroom tilts. Little was shared among them, if any it was mainly at the elders’ meetings. Side by side Wakabi's two dogs Uniza and Mugeme also relaxed in their master’s shade. It was that hour of the date when women, girls and boys were at work.

One mild afternoon as Wakabi's women sat down to greet old Paapa-in-law after their daily lethargy in the heavenly hot.

‘If the ground you cultivate wasn’t fertile then you leave it for the sun and you find another…isn’t that true?’ the Oldman told his daughter’s-in-law instead of responding to their respectful greetings.

The women replied that the Oldman's words were true and breathing. Then in no chronological birth order Wakabi's only children who had no sisters saluted Oldman and he repeated the same words as before. The boys too believed him to be right without any lame word.

The women’s Paapa-in-law had offered a shrub riddle they didn’t correctly figure out despite their reply. Many thought he was talking about his tiredness on earth. His chin was pointed and getting sharper everyday which caused wrinkles above his face, for his skin was in itself tired like a rough tree bark about to peel off. The daughters-in-law believed their head remarks. Oldman wasn’t doing a workable thing apart from attending high-level meetings that took him several hours and energy to and fro, with his three legs having got the third one from a hard society deciduous tree. It was a leg without knee, ankle or toe facets, and its thigh’s size equivalent to the rest of itself. Considerably Oldman was almost to fall front wards due to the bending backbone had he without this third leg.

When Wakabi greeted his Paapa, the Oldman told him it was seven absolute seasons since part of Wakabi's land was neither bothered about its fertility nor was it productive. Therefore, such estate had to be detached out of the worth grounds. Evil of the earth resided in such unblessed acres. The Oldman continued that his son’s barren wife Mubika had to return to her descendants before she claimed a rightful position among Wakabi's ancestors. Yet she had nothing but a big debt. Wakabi was told that should Mubika die in his mushrooms while childless the pessimistic omen of barrenness would transcend forever in their clan.

At last Wakabi understood the infertility of land but none of the women knew a clue of truth, for they had disappeared, leaving Paapa and son speaking elderly matters. Women were not involved in men’s congenial colloquy; they were only listeners.

The Oldman didn’t conclude emphasizing his proverb to the son, that Wakabi had not harvested even a single edible gourd. However, the land only sucked the rain from the skies. The Oldman didn’t forget that yet more Wakabi's eldest son Kyeyago was growing rapidly. It was dangerous for his clan to leave the heir with unfertile estate. The Oldman's other talk was that a new estate could be attained but unless the unyielding yard was done away with no luck would he have in attaining fertile yards. The Oldman retreated to his mushroom, he had exercised is elderly duty.

Wakabi said no word during old Paapa's proverb recount but only paradox over took is strength. The earth was turning against his most thought of woman.

Meanwhile Mubika as the facilitating tripod woman of the day brought a pumpkin dish in a calabash for her husband. Mubika had tried to extract edible words out of Wakabi. Though she asked why his face was against a smile, Wakabi only managed to talk tears. Mubika reminded him that men never cried and if so it was done silently not explosively.

Mubika believed that strange news had knocked the mushrooms and that perhaps news called for one of Wakabi's sons to be sacrificed by the riverside in the name of the spirits. Wakabi had past long told is Mubika that his sons were never to appear sacrificial as the village thought of people and the river.

Mubika had had great disappointments over the times but kept strong because of the husband’s fondness in her beauty. Children, women and men were eligible to humiliate her barrenness. Mubika wasn’t supposed to be greeted as a superior woman by children but she had to greet them, customary they were regarded of a better breed than herself. Slander words like, the woman who feared babies; the empty belly, the beautiful ugly, all meant Mubika. She had managed to accept these words and other proverbs as being better than returning back to her Paapa's mushroom, since it would give her multiple humiliations.

The next day Wakabi took his footsteps to Kamira's mushroom. Wakabi had slept in complete openness of the heart and night. He was thinking and wondering how to handle the hole to be caused by Mubika's departure. Now he believed it was Kamira to help him out.

      Kamira had never seen his friend so much demolished in the face with total depression. It was at this moment that Kamira realized that Wakabi had walked alone without is hide to sit on and the defensive spear which he had never left behind before. Immediately Kamira found a spare hide for Wakabi and a spear soon than any person noticed. It was a cultural law for distinguished men and all boys to move at attention.

      Wakabi told Kamira to send off Mubika on his behalf for he couldn’t do it by his mouth. Wakabi had narrated all the Oldman had touched on with his ageing tongue.

      ‘You’re behavior is little like Uniza and Mugeme running away from a cat.’ Kamira accused the friend.

‘The moment she’s gone I will demolish her mushroom on return to my mushrooms.’ Wakabi promised Kamira, in self-defense.

Kamira held his other hide-seat by the armpits and his spear sleeping in his right palm then went off, living Wakabi in his mushroom. As Wakabi kept is silence in pain Kamira's two wives appeared by the mushroom entrance, they sat down and greeted him. He sorrowfully didn’t respond not even telling his troubles. Such matters were unshared between the two sexes. Kamira's two girls sat down and greeted Wakabi and he softly responded. It was these two girls that often conveyed Wakabi to need a girl of his own blood. The relationship between the girls and their Paapa Kamira always knocked on Wakabi's mind. They were like sisters to Kamira. The girls about almost equal seasons of age they could do almost everything their Maama's did without over looking any stage and each other. It was such girls that owned hope from their Paapas and Maamas for future recognizable sons-in-law. In no daunt they were constructively engaging into beauty as the old saying beckoned that beauty came with hard work.

The girls supposed like twins because of their resemblance to Kamira but they were of different Maamas. The younger girl having caught up with the elder sister, people called her mayiga to mean horns, there was striking equality.

Kamira having reached the other mushrooms and having been greeted by Wakabi's wives, he called Mubika back as she was leaving for the well. ‘It is the fifth season when girls like you who never bother to become women went back to their Paapa's unfertile land rather than staying in great Busiki. Even the night mosquito as a better life than your breath.’ Kamira was convinced and courageous in his words. Before Kamira went any further the girl-wife was tearful and only she could do is trace for her bridal pot and get read leave. Kamira had a duty to witness her diminishing with the thin village path, lawfully.

‘Ha! Ha! The animal skin you didn’t come with it,’ Kamira alerted the girl; she had to leave the hide in Wakabi's mushroom. As she walked off with her pot and tears, she gathered leaves and bemusedly covered her empty under-abdominal entrance and exit.

As Mubika passed by Kamira's mushrooms, Wakabi could notice her crying politely as her hands engaged the face. Mubika was in a new less valuable cloth. As Mubika disappeared Wakabi run back to his mushroom and told his boys to follow their Maama until she arrived safety at Bugweri border. He feared for her safety. Hardly any cases of barrenness were evident, that even the elders didn’t know whether the boys were acting legitimately to escort out their Maama. However, in this circumstance Wakabi wasn’t supposed to indulge much with the woman axed.

The boys and their spears caught up with Mubika and politely they trailed behind her sorrowful tears. Mubika was troubled of leaving without a child from the husband she served. Moreover, at other times she thought it was fine but another moment her barrenness troubled the mind.

Chapter Two

Mubika was noticed from a far, her head’s rip sneaking out slowly like a germinating mushroom from the dirt. She had held grief along the journey. She had last traveled the same route two seasons ago. When she had come to the medicine man, without a pot on her head. Now she seemed a stranger in the land she was born and everyone was getting aware that the price of her barrenness had grown protruding strongly than her beauty. She had changed a lot, only her fat breasts showed the diversions, a big girl in leaves clothe. She had returned yet her mind wasn’t thinking of working hard and pay back the seven season barnyards full of peas as compensation for the several seasons she spent with Wakabi's clan without a yield of her own fertility.

Mubika had the greatest sorrow in life. Back in Busiki she could hold it because of a good husband although her beauty brought no its own inheritance. Now the girls she used to head to the swamp and play with, the boys of her olden times in Bugweri were all having their children. She was a beauty so much reckoned in the old days before this intrusion wound of her inbeing. The pain of coming back as barren was germinating by every slide of the sun.

Mubika had no exterior scar by the sword grass of the swamp-way, her skin reflected every other good thing men were born for, the eyes would show her as a goddesses in the dark, more to that her behind could lead a man forget his worries and path and punch to follow her. Sweet! Sweet Mubika, the village used to sing. Her Paapa had attained customary value and publicity for the fruits of his swing.

Mubika found her Maama had past away a few days ago and only her Paapa welcomed her. Nevertheless, her head seemed the mother of all sour water. Her beauty was a hoax and already meaningless. She went to her Maama's grave and wept more tears of barrenness and her Maama's remains. The women who tried hard to unseal her daughter’s sickness but failed and now Mubika had to solely care and cure the pain.

Night fell and night rose when Mubika was silently plague tearful, her eyes grew red and unbeau. Thin and wrest to her Maama's current mushroom. In less than many moons’ appearance and sun’s daily life, the Bugweri village understood her as the crying girl and not tolerantly regarding her in-depth plight. She had at one time gathered men from a far to come and only glance at her beauty. Moreover, others sailed with marriage proposals but now it was no more.

A really wonderful girl wasn’t easy to marry. Tales ago pointed at the chief of Bugweri who was turned down by a girl, beautifully indescribable. When the chief returned to his chiefdom, he was regarded weaker than women and then sacrificed to the spirit because the girl rebuffed the chief’s marital work plan. Beautiful girls were few and had grace to choose on their future husbands. A style that made other unworthy girls respect the heart spiritisses and wished they had that luck too. For many girls ended up in the hands of men without titles in society.

Within a scratchy moment, her Paapa named a temporary piece of land for Mubika to rain on it new breath and determination. Gradually as a snail marking its path without a sap left hind. It took her sometime to pick up her body and soul into earthly reality. More so the planting season wasn’t ready, for the earth was still in disagreement with the sky. Morning connived with her on the plowing preparations, working for her soul alone, no child or husband. Still tears never forgot her crossroad. She was right to pour the watery-eyes into her garden, a teammate to her own infertility. It was inseparable. A sort of barrenness season.

Mubika's Paapa gave her wholesome seeds and kept on trying to console the constant memories out of her politely. Nevertheless, everything around her seemed acting against her will, the ground she ploughed, the Paapa who sought parenthood. She wished not being born at all. Now born and ripe but unable to give birth. Children around the village who would never interact with her own, because she didn’t have any. How would she live?

From time to time memories of her young youthful girlish beau was alive and little was on clutches. The compound that was their playground with almost everything apart from the plummeted mushrooms, which included any she left behind apart from her Paapa's and her late Maama's mushroom. Where Mubika laid her jaw of sorrow. Her Paapa had reluctantly delayed to plug it into soot as if aware of his forthcoming daughter of sorrow. The way forward to the well hadn’t changed although there were a few more fresh galvanized mushrooms here and there. The history stayed still as dumbness.

The smoothful shinny skin was controlled by despair, agony that ate away the good flesh and built a reptile rough body surface. The un-aged was now switching plunges into an ageing symbol of a person. Pain they would say, sickness they would never agree.

As a chief Mubika's Paapa gathered the village, the village’s only tops. He needed a naked truce upon his daughter in society. The daughter who would never have any grave site if her belly wasn’t fecund garden of flesh nativity. Only see her die and be thrown into the river, away to flow to distant lands and spirits. The chief narrated a chronicle length of his daughter like her own spirit among the lord of spirits. The end and beginning in her blood and certain benevolent insults awaiting her. Moreover, here he forgot to speak about her beauty that he had never neglected to phase in among men of authority, wisdom and promise. It had always given him the postgraduate interface of his powers among beautiful women.

Comfort was the only compromise among the chiefs’ brains and circle. Certainly they couldn’t isolate her from memories in her inner being. Nevertheless, the elders conceded adamantly to call their medicine man’s powers to apply. The medicine man didn’t attend the council gathering personally not even sending is prodigy spirits. May be he sent them? I don’t know. The elders dial was never to give up, for their society too, needed a cleanse from profound misindulgive pitfalls.

That who gives birth to neither richesse of martens it’s not of her wish nor the richesse of martens herself-were part of proverbs, phrases and words that captured waves between mouth and ear. From one field of mushroom to another. Adjusting and accommodating sympathetic feel and hope for the sorrowful daughter as long as life lived in her, was the theme. Affinitive rapportious feelings carried goats, cocks, ducks, calabash, seeds, hides, peas and words for her beginning.

Still the richness in her brought more pain than compassion, the apparent knot of having everything without a child was the weighing issue. In addition, although person’s heartfelt lived justifully, still with many Maamas’ Mubika's folk was remodified into a brand children’s tale called the omen in beautiful Mubika. An additional story on her erstwhile.

On the same village a new bride at Mubika's neighborhood was believe to a similar disease of emptiness because for five years the bride’s Maama played marriage without producing even a seed. However, this new bride and Mubika grew up in different generations but same village and so she married a village mate. Little attack was bountiful in her situation but now her neighbor Mubika had crossed to a new village that meant her agony lived beyond every village she had life with. The trauma of why she didn’t marry a Bugwerian was an unmien issue from women and men of Mubika's generation.

One of Mubika's old friends in their childhood past days, lived on and she often came by to share her pain. She had five children and so she lived humanly. One moment she told Mubika to consider the medicine man’s wisdom again as long as she longed for a baby. She had been sent by the chiefs to entice Mubika to the power of the village. However, little did Mubika know about it. Mubika compiled and explained her many trios with the medicine man that failed. Nevertheless, Mubika agreed promptly to try again.

For the first time Mubika talked about the living feelings of her husband. That even though she was hated, her husband never showed up in the same mien and so the greatest human she had found. Now wasn’t anymore. Though she had no children, Wakabi was her child and husband.

Mubika prepared supper for her Paapa as she arranged to exit. By the time Namakiika her friend arrived to convoy Mubika to the medicine man, she had finished cooking and saving her Paapa's dish in a calabash and into his mushroom.

As Mubika and Namakiika walked through the village they could count their history. Remembering fellow girls who married off in other villages and recounting men that loved them. It was then that Mubika recalled the song that brought her fame in voice to sum on her beauty as they went along the way singing their memories,

                     The tall handsome hunter

                     His spear never leaves the hands

                     He gives me sleepless nights

                     If you find him

                     Let him know

                     The girl in the next village

                     Has sent him greetings

                     And the day I will meet him again

                     My flower tongue shall sing his strength.

The song was sang over and over again that a few women who remembered the cadence and children who had learnt it joined in the ode. In addition, as Mubika with Namakiika continued, they would leave a soft sound in different huts were the song was alive. The song that married off Mubika to Wakabi.

It was the first moment from the time Mubika came to her Paapa's village that people saw her smile and happiness. She had taken time off her dirty fate to enjoy the lively earth. It was all because of Namakiika, the old friend.

They bypassed the well and saw themselves in the girls who were fetching water. That well hadn’t dried at all since she left but its trough had only enlarged, Mubika sought through the mind. It had widened just like the route they step-punched.

As they advanced, they could notice the sacred rock of fortune. Only village elders and chiefs were allowed to reach the sacred rock. Moreover, people had narrations that the rock only appeared in daytime and at night it would sink down into the earth. The people of Bugweri believed in the rock and told how it house sheltered spirits of ancestral consultation for the whole Busoga territory. At the entrance of its sacredness stood a spear that a wild animal was always sacrificed by from every visiting elder for the ancestors. The sacred stone could talk to the ancestors who in return communicated to the chiefs or elders who visited the rock.

It was quite a distance. Mubika's friend told her that the son of the late medicine man she had left was now the current powerful herb specialist. Mubika recognized having met him before. The two friends had lived one generation below this medicine man.

As they arrived the dark seeming and scaring environment of the healer’s mushroom, he scandalized elementary charms of the soul-heart out of them; terrific oppressive fear took over. They couldn’t see him but there they sat before his powers and frontier. The medicine man knew Mubika.

After the late Lwazilwataka the greatest of medicine men in times tales, the Bugweri powers never grow stronger. It was told that Lwazilwataka could heal a person who lived sixteen villages away and that he healed the Gganda king of a hydro cell. As he pressed and squeezed a banana stem back in his garden, the king at the thrown was pouring out filth and tears worth a well. From that moment the king respects the powers in Bugweri, for his own wise men were dormant although docile. Lwazilwataka would be buried alive and then rise out of the grave with is might herbs then start dancing. Therefore, he was capable of rising out dead bodies. One time a woman died while pregnant old and it was a crush bother to burry two persons in the same grave. Two different spirits, it was impossible. Lwazilwataka made the dead woman give birth to a dead baby. He gave the woman’s body its soul strength to gas the baby. However, none of those powers did the now medicine man possess.

‘Are you both barren?’ The medicine man voice penetrated the shrine noise.

‘No, am fruitful.’ Namakiika replied softly, while Mubika was lost, how did the man understand what had brought us here, she thought.

‘That’s a dodge but I know you’re fruitful,’ the medicine man said. ‘Let the one you’ve accompanied listen…if a hunter doesn’t know is former mistakes then he dies by the jaws of the animal he hunts it’s better you come back the next day before evening without the fruitful one.’ The medicine man meant to say to Mubika.

It was then that Mubika analyzed the medicine man’s anecdote and understood she had always made a mischief of coming with her Maama to the medicine man. That’s why the herbs didn’t truly experiment. This hour around hope grew in her life a fetus that a baby was to be born of her beauty should the medicineman apply his expertise.

The medicine man escorted the two friends through the thin way. They patched the uneasily seen ground. Through the night in a quick match of togetherness as they seemed the only people alive in the village. Only the night wind touched their presence as they passed groups of huts asleep. Voices of insects that trapped darkness in silence spelt in their head hearers. Only one spear was guarding three humans in the thickest of animal times.

First they reached Mubika's mushroom and then the last leg continued until they found Namakiika's mushroom. Moreover, there stood her husband Balyedusa in waiting. When Balyedusa saw the medicine man his temper froze it had been frenzy mini-seasons ago. Otherwise, a woman coming back in the late night without her man but personally or another male apart from the medicine man, a spear was rightful to cut off one toe for every night this crime was committed until she was toeless and banished.

Balyedusa having been tipped off by is other wives about Namakiika's disappearance in the late hours of noon, he had prepared the spear and outside his hut; sitting and waiting, he later uplifted himself from the hide and continued to linger in lose hope.

During daytime the medicine man traveled in the wickedness of forests, far and wide. Their freedom wasn’t restricted in mobility. Traveling and searching for traditional herbs of society’s needs. Digging out roots, cutting stems with his spear, gathering special anti hill soil and scooping leaves with the same weapon. All these were thrown in his woven bag, in the multiple fingers of the gods. 

Chapter Three

Wakabi was never the original unsubtle man after demolishing Mubika's hut. His muscles sat upon exterior strength of destruction but internal brawn had softened to a womanish heart. No woman equaled her in his life. She was the fifth wife but first at heart. Wakabi believed there was something wrong in the society he was born into. It was attacking him. Culture lived stronger than life. He felt the Oldman was against his wife’s intent at heart. Though they were both elders in the village, Wakabi remained a child, a child to respect the words of his Paapa.

Wakabi hadn’t slept since then, but only thoughts of Mubika's departure propelled him. He hardly said or talked a sentence or two from the last period meeting with Kamira.

The Oldman kept on telling Wakabi that if the desert found them in this village they would certainly need to migrate, unless there wasn’t any other land or the other well-off landowners where confrontational. Oldman was catalyzing Wakabi to find a bride able to transform sorrow into joyful wonders. He had noticed his son’s anguished wrathful behavior. Wakabi hadn’t talked or greeted the Oldman since that past narking moment. They seemed to be undergoing a concession.

Wakabi could bypass his Paapa without a say and silently the Oldman would grasp a lap of saliva through is Adam’s apple throat. He feared the son just like anyone else and yet he did everything due to customary rules and as an elder. Wakabi also resentfully kept his lonely pain because of is Paapa's resigning times. He knew the Oldman's real energetic form deteriorated the moment Wakabi's third wife Mutwala was ill pregnant. The Oldman began curving while his walking stick become taller than him. He was getting tired. It seemed they were born together with the stick; he lawfully had a reason never to carry a spear.

One of the nights Wakabi woke up earlier enough than any other. With his hunting dogs dressed in bell gongs from fragments of Kamira's workshop. Weaponry combated with a hunting net, spears, to his mastery work he moved on. A man overrun by a woman thing and now fitly adjusting to wash away the rich sense of touch that drew into a bitter smell in air. His dog Uniza headed the way into the jungle and Wakabi followed as the other dog Mugeme came as the hind side detective.

On absorbing the gongs pattern, birds would awake and talk to each other and other animals had to either take off or wait for the next danger. The forest was getting kindled by Wakabi who was bewildermently intrepid especially with is dogs and spears alongside his conspicuous brawn in spite of the late nightshade. It was Wakabi’s other mushroom, somehow he knew where to pass or hide when the need emerged.

He began by planting the weaved net made of simple but strong creeping sterns and roots. Through trees in a supposed loose straight line of a wall-like form so as to ease the trapping of running and ignorant animals. Suddenly Wakabi sat down, leaning on the closet trunk; he appeared aimless towards forest circumstances. Uniza and Mugeme stood by puzzled; they too had never seen their master put is stamina to rest while at work. Later the dogs made cowardly mourning. Their master was thinking of Mubika. He didn’t know whether Mubika arrived thoroughly, for the boys had returned but never did they give a smooth return report. In no irony the animals he was trying to ambush could have suck her blood without any resistance. He wondered why, he hadn’t taken Mubika back personally. All in all customary decree disagreed with a man returning the woman. He recalled how Mubika came several years ago as a jubilant young girl in the hands of dignity besides a great warrior and hunter. Now she had returned as an ominous woman.

Only the seven caches full of peas were what would take Wakabi to Bugweri and then he would have a second look on his Mubika. He neither really believed to regain Mubika nor to receive her any more.

Although Wakabi seemed to take a nap the forest whispers always guaranteed is alertness. Though the dogs lived awake their fear had grown thicker and thicker as the woodlands they where in, not even a single loud you could hear of the bucking and spinning but sharp cries alone. Then in a whiz of a wind speed the dogs began to nest their safety and this brought Wakabi's reasoning apparent upon a fierce creature being within their circles. Wakabi's mind grew simultaneously with is strength. He stood up as he held the spear to relay up too, his muscles vibrating with steadiness for any attack. The animal disappeared soon than never. It was a diamond like eyed creature in the night that would never come closure to bright object. So Wakabi knew it was of the leopard family. The dogs had run behind their master, extending slow by slow backwards.

Wakabi adored the dogs as vigilantes and they too trusted their master more than any one other. Wakabi took is former postural stalment, he wasn’t afraid of any breathing thing. A man trying to rejoin mental connection with Mubika.

The leopard didn’t go far, it disordered Uniza and Mugeme again. The dogs strolled hind wards until Mugeme webbed into Wakabi's trap. The leopard stood light fully with strawing noises, Wakabi was obviously clear and aware. He sensed is dog being trapped as Uniza dropped back but Wakabi wasn’t about to change concentration from the beast until it disappeared again. As the webbed dog wailed Wakabi was unable to unwrap it especially due to the unpredictable beast. It kept on returning and retreating. Otherwise, his two dogs knew Wakabi was better than them courageously.

Not until birds began jumping and flying over the earth surface and night screaming woodland rhythmatic insects were dying out. When one side of the firmament was clear than another opposite side that Wakabi freed the then still entrapped and whooping dog, Mugeme. He restructured the hunting net and went off with his friends, scratching and bumping forest materials. The bucking and running started as Uniza sniffed a possible creature ahead. Wakabi was in his senses. In no seconds wasted a spear flew to pierce the animal but missed the target. Wakabi was confronting a lion. As he arrived at tree hanging the spear, he extracted the weapon vigorously and in sharp quickness, and then continued with the dogs. His original javelin had skinned into a tree.

Wakabi's potentiality was awake, moving through bushes of the forest like an elephant and the dogs running ahead of him with their gongs ringing around the inpenetratable, he had started is mastery art of hunting. Throwing steps as long as his leg’s length, it wasn’t alien for Wakabi to jump anthills and several other obstacle shrub points.

With the gongs ding-dinging in the lion’s listener, it was taking off for its life. The forest animal had decoded the noisy chime as a signal called jeopardy. Moreover, hardly could they wait to meet the dog gongs, for Wakabi was quietly rang is spears alongside the dogs. Sounds of scared small animals adjusted through their own mastery escape as Wakabi spearheaded for the beast of beasts. All the main four animals ran through the talls like inhabitants, yes, all that lived inside their mastery reality was experience.

Wakabi could aim for several times unto the bouncing and hurdling beast but he felt numerous lost chances. Moreover, no could he throw a second spear before picking up the other unless is instinct conceded to approve that the lion wasn’t able to counter fight. It was so because Wakabi could cast a spear for more than hundred meters distance. Behind the lion one dog was on the left side and another on the right side. The animals would stretch in a legless format above the ground and whenever they touched the earth it was for less than a second, then they rose above again as if they hadn’t been on the earth before. Gongs toll lived in both ears of the beast that it feared to run either to the right or to the left. In addition, right in between the dogs was Wakabi with one spear suspended by the thigh level, as the other swung above the shoulder, almost aware of its culprit.

Has people told any legend of hunting the one common maxim existing in all, was that every hunter was made of speed and marathon adhered with human toughness. Therefore, it was true with Wakabi.

They had now flown over their village borders and heading further with the lion. Wild thorny green society and others had already scratched Wakabi due to the fast pace. Eminently his body was described in deep dark black skin scars, the hunter’s badge. As the saying traveled, the hunter’s body belongs to the wild earth. It was a manner of telling a great and perfect hunter from the rest of the posse. Moreover, every time Wakabi returned from the mastery art, a calabash of various trees tough saps muddle was laid at his mushroom entrance so that he could smash it on the wounds. To nurse and cure is manly pains before the next hunt. Wakabi always told male striplings that no wound hurts if the consequential animal is killed, however, if they lost the animal, double twinge would yield. One for missing the creature and the bodily pang as the second torture. It was like the brute was hunting them rather than their art being after the beast.

Wakabi again aimed is spear for the beast’s life but he cast it sooner than it lift off from the earth; hence he missed it once more. It was cunningly agreeable heaving any aim to meet the animal in space; then the beast would fall fiercely and by then increasing the spears in-depth was right. By the time he picked up the fallen javelin the dogs were still on the chase path with little to bark at, Wakabi followed in gear velocity yet again.

Watering women and girls got into uttering pierce full shrills, the swamp was mad. Although they had heard the hunting gongs, the lion approached sooner than the dogs surfaced. The tools of watering were abandoned unaware as every female sought for shed but the lion had long passed. The sudden phobia remained intact even after witnessing the dogs and Wakabi at skill. Some women had already reached in the closest mushroom, it was a flash when they never held their breasts while running and you believed they were faster than men. Then it wasn’t a crime swapping into any hut for precaution’s sake.

The hunting of undomesticated swine could make a pregnant maama give delivery as it was always narrated about Wakabi's coming on earth. It was then that completely heavier women were discharged of their earth toiling duties until after giving birth.

By now the rear sun was encouraging and Wakabi having joined a new village it called for other hunters into the hunt. More dogs got engaged in hounding the lion as Wakabi's dogs slowed back. The fresh gong dogs swung around the quest, the speed of hunters was reemphasized and this gave Wakabi more guts, as the beast was apparently scared about the numerous rings that gonged the earth. He knew death was close by but lifeless is what he was fighting against.

In a stressful disguise the lion was warier, beating all possible odds as it began alternate sharp turns to avoid a coming spear. This would call the voices of hunters to turn right or left into the toll road of the running being lion. The dogs too had already twisted their direction. Shouting and shouting the hunting seemed a happy sport.

In all customary policies the hunting oral law was a great social break through that interrelated village-to-village, kingdom-to-kingdom. A person could travel through a handful of villages and hunt in the sixth village or the next-door village. In addition, hunters came to acknowledge one another through this artistic formula of rules and action. The legal reason was basing on a fact that if any early expeller got weakened in the hunting, he couldn’t lose is meal to the hunter who joined the expedition later on. Because at such a stage the beast would have been enervated strengthlessly that it was promptly easy to spear down. Hence, if any intruding hunters killed the creature, it belonged to the original hunter. In most cases of such circumstance the earlier hunter would give the end poachers a quantity of the dead beast. Moreover, hunters kept this rule for if you went against it, the next hunting would probably drive the hunt and you to a different village and certainly you wouldn’t carry back the hunt because he who serves others with distrust deserves not to be trusted too. What you did to the other hunters they did it unto you.

 The implicit popularity of Wakabi was that he never runs behind little worried animals like feral pigs, wild goats, untamed little animals but always stood touching wild plucky beasts; lions, leopards, tigers, wild cattle. This agitated other hunters to enroll with Wakabi, and learn is tactics and spiritually become courageous. He was a man getting into the hunting folks of Busoga village, every hunting season with a banner for brevity. However, people like Wakabi could face a lion face to face and kill it, which too distinguished him from the remnant hunters of the beast animals.

As the hunter searched and moved on against the lion, when surely they knew it was about to feel the spear, songs of hunting citation began;

                     Trap net

                     There it comes

                     Get hold of him

   Chorus:            My family circle will feed on him

                     The hunters too will have a divide

                     Wakabi the great hunter will take the rest

                     Sharp spear

                     There it goes

                     Pierce is stomach

Then the refrain came again before they sang about Muyizi god of the hunters whom they believed he sucked the blood of the beast when it passed away.

It wasn’t quit simple to death-hunt any animal of the beast family. The hunter had to roll over miles and hills again and again if their net didn’t assist them, until the animal was worn out that a spear tapped the animal’s blood spout. And so below the day’s sun, the running lion came to a weak apex that even its roaring was tired to frighten any amateur hunters. Then within that period several zoom flying spears pinned its flesh, blood swam out as it roared its last cry, and it was dying quickly. It happened in a built up throng of song at the outskirts of Bukooli that the four-leg-some king of the beasts was dethroned.

The snuffer tired dogs were already arriving and silencing their gongs as they independently lay down in hard breath that also disjoined their jaws for fast pace inhale and exhale. They couldn’t attempt any other hunting that day, thereafter. Wakabi was by the meal slicing a hind leg and the other hunters lit a fire. Sparkling their spears’ tails speedily closely together and rocklike, sparks would appear and in a cloud of wind with dry shrubs thereby, a hot chemistry was produced.

While sharing a conversation than Wakabi learnt about a white spirit murderer who was going to come to the chiefdoms around Busoga and over, to takeover their institutions. Moreover, that the king of Gganda requested the Basoga chiefs kindly to terminate the white spirit before he reached Gganda to overthrow is kingdom. Stories emphasized that the king went down on his knees to secure is treaty with Busoga chiefdoms. Other said, the king was possessed as the Gganda ancestral spirits were against him. The king had promised to pay sums of women and other wealth in goats, cows and cocks to every Busoga chief; should the white spirit be blocked before arriving in his kingdom. Hunting was away of exchanging ideas and information of agency.

Soon the men’s talk followed, Wakabi was assured how Bukooli had enough virgins that if he decided to have one, he would end up with a ten-some-figure. Young bleed with still hot circulating blood that would heal the most impotent man.

For each bit of roasted meat at the hunters’ disposal, it was consumed there and then. In addition, the innards soft tissue and bones with enough marrow went to the dogs. Meanwhile, Wakabi was thinking of feeding Kamira with news about girls in Bukooli for he deserved another wife. In addition, if he so wished, he needed to build another hut in time for welcoming the supposed bride.

Wakabi had already been joined by his dogs, Uniza and Mugeme, and they too hard their share of fresh bones. Wakabi pierced a spear through the remaining animal flesh and by the support of his shoulder balancing pivotally the scale of his strength and the gore drizzling meat. He started off is journey back to the mushrooms of Busiki as the dogs snuffed backwards through the route that brought them into Bukooli. Though eagles and birds prey birds trembled to their salty saliva’s curiosity as they flew about and swung from one woody trunk to another branch. Some birds reached Wakabi's mushrooms but without ability to snatch a single vein of flesh.

Wakabi having arrived at the mushroom; it appeared different, every bit of components of Mubika's demolished hut resurfaced apparently destructive in the compound. What used to be his wife’s mushroom, where he used to naptail in the night. Mubika's former skin attire also concentrated and connected his thoughts as it lived by the door side of his mushroom. In the light way, Wakabi could easily throw is pupils on the hide wear.

Wakabi only called is boys and ordered them directively to find the hunting net in the forest. After they were supposed to journey with a fore thigh of the dead beast to Kamira's mushrooms. From then he hardly said any multiple sentences but only entered is mushroom. Though by now much attention was walking about how the great hunter had come in with another lion despite is heartache. People only concluded that actually blessed persons never lose but there is always something for them to gain.

Peaces of the animal were now in a casserole pot and boiling critically. Moreover, even though when it was ready and taken to his mushroom to be served by the hunter Wakabi wasn’t ready neither to serve the meat nor to eat. Therefore, the boys on return from the compact timbered area they feasted as their Maamas’ observed the mystery of wild sweetness they had to boil but never allowed to eat.

The woman had grown with strong dismay luck of goodness between each other especially after Mubika's departure. Their husband hadn’t approved any of is wives equivalent to Mubika. So the more Wakabi ignored to eat, the much they hated themselves. It was a tough and rough progress.

Chapter Four

Mubika always went early in dawn to the gardens as not to stay in the mushroom and think of her past in Busiki. Good enough it was now a better season; she had covered enough plowing. Planting was almost in a few days ahead. Mubika was now able to sing a little as she struck the soil breaking it apart. Now her friend Namakiika would send her girls to help Mubika. Namakiika had explained to Balyedusa and also Mubika's Paapa had told lots of dictums to convicely request a hand or several from Balyedusa's compound towards Mubika's capacity. Mubika's strength was germinating out the historical chafe.

Mubika would have a steal on the little girls dreams over the past night. For after subtly greeting Mubika, the girls would narrate their contact with sleep and in the evening she would take the dreams to her Paapa for interpretation. One morning the girls came too Mubika and the eldest sought through memories how she had borne herself and her sister and later she died and immediately after the narration process the other girl emphasized empathetically that she had dreamt the real vision as her sister.

It was then that Mubika gave return answers to the girls former-day dreams elucidation by her Paapa. Then they would advance engage fully in toiling the earth with songs as;

                     This soil will eat me up

                           Even when I dig it

                     It will eat me up

                           Even when I step on it

                     It will eat me up

                     This soil will eat me up

                            Within the bright sun

                     It will eat me up.

It was a common cadence on the gardens and gardeners allover Busoga. In addition, the more tunes transcend through air by voices, the stronger grounds were attacked and divided at a faster pace with the digging tool. It was morale boosting and merriment to the cultivators. As the digging spear went deep the song went deeper. Until the soil under was hotter than the sun above than the day’s work ended.

On completion of the day’s cultivation Mubika would lead back the girls as they sang songs of praises unto their work. Moreover, as easy as they arrived Mubika thanked Namakiika gratefully, smiling and saying the softest words of recommendation to every hand of help. As Mubika left the girls, they would revisit sounds of cultivating music that day, extending their love over Mubika's soprano only that….

Mubika's new fangled life was being refurbished small-by-small, with almost a faintly smile to expose her red spouge holding its white spears; it was a step forward. Mubika would go to the well after reaching home just as she often accomplished in the decrepit times. It was she, the obsolete girl among the pot carriers. On return from the waters she would pick a few sticks here and there along the path, as her pot balanced spiritually on the head. The sticks were for cooking. Sometimes she would meet with the cultivate girl-helpers and she would aid their water fetching and then levering the pots unto their respective nuts.

When she supposed picking sticks that needed breaking, Mubika wouldn’t lever down the pot and then crack the gathered dry coppice. She got addicted to carrying water and the hearth place woods in her hands in chorus. Nevertheless, it was such male work of firewood collecting that abundantly recaptured back her anguish on earth to seem real than pain alone.

This day, during the practice of picking simple wood and breaking it, Mubika's pot got broken, as she was boosting it back on her carrier head. Its strength become heaver than her muscles could hold and speedily it gravitated until the ground where it joined its ancestral earth. With busted  crockery pieces, the water splashed on her and the grounds that resided closer swallowed it. Mubika told herself about growing old without a reason, who would look after her grey age if she hadn’t any offspring. On another eavesdrop; the broken pot meant her Maama had just died that minute. However, she had already past away.

Mubika while holding his head in terrific thoughts and mood walked to the mushroom with only firewood. Soon she recalled the folk her Maama feed her while a little girl and which still glued on the tongue of fortitudes ancient meaning throughout village conversations. The story of an OldMaama who gave her grand-daughters pots so early enough before marriage and told them that whoever broke her pot would marry the estranged village frog. It was the animal believed to have survived since the ages of earth evolution and believed to be the ugliest of all animals. It wasn’t to be disturbed but only respect was adore unto it, for if you found it along the path, you had to secure its way ahead. For even the earth grains that molded the pot were constraints of swampy soil, where the honored frog slept. Obviously the girls kept dear precautions whenever their pot lay. With musical tunes vibrating to and from the well, they would stay sweet and young. One day just like Mubika and faulted on the pot, one of the eldest girls of OldMaama broke her pot. Her sister continued and reached home to report the matter of concern about the broken covenant. The mishap girl had already tempered her way up high a tall tree; she wasn’t steady and ready at all to take care of a frog’s coldness, steam for it, plow for a frog, and give it the night goddesses dance. When the OldMaama arrived at the accident spot to witness the truth she didn’t see the daughter but only evidenced pieces of clay bowels and dying solution of necessity. Until they looked up on the tree that the girl lived at the tip of it. Swinging and swinging as if having a ritual dance in the tree cave. Later the young sister began to sing for the other sister to climb down…

              Namussubo you’re not a bird

            You’re my Maama's child

            You come down

            The broken pots

            We shall model other one

Lonely, her OldMaama came and sang too…

            Namusuubo you’re not a bird

            You’re my eldest grand child

            You come down

            The broken pots

            I will mould another one

The mishap girl started singing as she climbed down…

            Am not a bird

            Am not a bird

            Am sister of my sister

            Am a child of my Maama

            Am a grand child of my OldMaama

            The broken pots

            We will mould other ones. 

By the time she arrived at the roots everybody was happy and they left for the mushrooms. In addition, whenever the pots were broken and the girls climbed the tree, the song always called them back and none of the girls married the frog. That is how I saw them.

By the hindmost of reality of memorizing the old folktale Mubika was aware and willing to mould another pot. Her distress was promptly shifting away as she returned to the well and engaged in pot modeling. Mubika started intermingling the brownish soil cream. Molding circular saucer kind that turned into a modeled calabash shape and as if she deserved to cover the calabash-like top, the mould appeared as the sun’s perimeters then she ended but adding protruding lips and the pot was apt. The exercise was seconded with memories of how her Maama used comparably work of art to adore her. Mubika soon remembered, she was the only alive daughter of the late womb. Her sister had died closer to her bridal season and that moment her Maama's grief was as equal as Mubika's recent lanky sigh.

Its bottom by her abdomen altitude carefully nursing its exquisiteness as they moved to the mushroom she lifted the new pot. It had to relax while dehydrating in the solar rays in order to concrete itself perfectly.

For sometime Mubika's mushroom and her Paapa's were to lack water and firewood. Until a beneficent hand offered a pot to boil a cock or duck. In the same state Mubika would find herself butchering and molting the domestic lives. This regathered the meaningful wound inside her belly. A few teardrops would sink beneath her feet and others would walk along her cheeks. Still a minor courage was emerging out of this pain.

Afternoon was running closed and so Mubika had to reestablish her schedule with the medicine man. Her jaunting began sooner than later. Namakiika had been notified about her going away and the girls were aware of not being at Mubika's gardens the next morning. Nevertheless, that depended on the medicine man’s art and time, Mubika told her helpers.

When Mubika got to the man’s mushroom, she was embraced in a tremendous act of cultural herbist’s comic performance. He jumped up and down, crawled along the ground, ran allover the mushroom demarcations and then shook the stem pillar of his administrative center. Therefore, the head leaves and glass of the hut shambled down on Mubika. She felt a puzzle invitation than never in the past, a sacred movement of ancestors mobilizing their intention in the mushroom. Moreover, due to the great dimness inside the hut Mubika couldn’t notice the opulent truism. The medicine man had already changed his voice into a blunt bubbling installmental speechful ancestral tone as he communicated with the spirits. Mubika knew that the greatest of elders of the earth speaking in a manly ancient rhythm. Then within his vocals the medicine man’s powers requested Mubika forcefully to get a short spear, as the exigency was to stir herbs of barrenness.

Mubika left in good time than twilight. She was petrified but with an understanding that her flesh enigma was at recovery. Especially this time when the medicine man’s performance of panacea was getting involved more than the late chances. He used not to ask for a short spear but some grass of her private hair. Now the spear was a key element in diagnosing her and more so it was a cultural symbol. Moreover, Mubika had heard the coming and talking of ancestors. Mubika was unscruffyly elated and in her nut’s assignment, she was prepared to reach her husband’s friend in order to attain a short spear. She had agreed therewith. Soon after that she would be back in Busiki forever and have children with Wakabi. Mubika magnified her prospects.

It seemed her inner spirit had signaled earlier that she had already discharged her helpers’ morning garden work. Now the next day by the same time of the day, Mubika was sure of being back with a rite spear.

Mubika had to brief Namakiika before setting at her mushroom. Telling intuitions from the medicine man and her absence the coming morning. Mubika told her Paapa too, having reached the huts.

It was then that Mubika asked her Paapa about the new girls dreams. The old Paapa lay is tiger skin and slept himself on it. His head focusing the now dusky view of stars and then absorbed the dreams as his eyes were closed. Mubika repeated the dream’s imagery once more and as his eyes were intrigued in the nightmare and star imagery. He interpreted the visions, meaning that the girls were both to have twins on the same day but it wasn’t completely any good dream because they will soon die on the same day.

The beginning of interpretation had made Mubika gracefully bad; the next words uplifted her in-depth sorrow. Her Paapa ended by ensuring that Mubika never at any one season tell the girls about the last outrageous answer. For they would live with amiss thought about the earth when they were still young. Mubika was caught between happiness for the girls and dismay. She knew they were to have babies of which she had never dreamt of, a teardrop or two scolded down her face. Nevertheless, as she reconsidered the day’s expenses and the medicine man’s practice, a valuable content full of hope restructured her compassion. The girls would never live to see their babies too, twins were a dangerous omen to be thrown in the forest, and it was the only remedy.

Chapter Five

Boys were mentally irritated for not socializing with girls yet together they’re born and grew up in a particular generation. Observing young sharp breasts and the beauty of nakedness that never was a part of their future. In addition, so much isolated the two sexes between social occupations and cultural rituals.

Boyhood was significant in the forest; young males from allover the village would meet here while gathering firewood. Moreover, their gossip or rumor would tour through wind about girls and beauties, their ugliness and boldness. Nicknaming girls was a true game. Another day, Nkuutu named one elder’s daughter an evil girl which hearty hurt the brother in the forest. In less truce exchanging sticks to pierce different sides of the story. Sticks crossed the inner forest as the boys got divided, one side opposite the opponents. The gathered firewood had turned into spears and the defeated side always left sooner than the victors. Challenge engrossed them. Nkuutu and the brothers had won the forest battle but there was another fight ahead with the elders, to prove the erroneous side. No witness was called upon; they had attained the ware news through a young informer. Both sides of the elder’s meeting challenged each other. They proudly assented to reconcile the boys for the village would never collectively survive if a generation grew up picking on one another a vengefully.

Competing in tree climbing started up by a whistle of one boy’s mouth skip tic air. The competitors would vastly strangle in convincing their participants how they reached the hint most point before the rest. The forest was apart of the boys and at such an instance human sounds would overtake the natural tree burting and birds chitchatting. Therefore, the boys would systematically tune their ultra voice boxes,

               I wonder the spirits

               They never give me that girl

               The one I know and who knows me

               That girl now at the well

               …

Somehow the last melodies were co-structured to accommodate a girl’s name the lead singer admired. However, in the light of melodies every beautiful girl’s qualities were seconded with an ugly character of her inner being. Nevertheless, the ugly names stood unchanged for their good deeds went concretely unnoticed. One song could connect to another like the thin infrastructure that operated the village.

      It was in the forest that Nkuutu; Wakabi's fourth son exposed the beauty of his mouth tone. This ultimate male pronounced consideration that some girls owned threatening vocals that would make a man think thrice. Nkuutu could tongue twist languages of birds and so the forest he internally admired, imitating and adjusting bird traps. It occurred that he was embodied deeper into his Paapa's hobbies. Nkuutu would lie dead in the forest as his brothers observed is cunness, with a few seeds scattered on his back and only guarded by a static hand, the birds would end up in his five without finishing Nkuutu's germs and might.

      Nkuutu was liked by is brothers, for his existence met something was being done and time would die by laughter. For not only did he sing and trap birds but also added sweet lies. Nkuutu once told how old women were the spirits’ wives and that’s why they never produced at their age but only satisfied the air around their bodies. Little was there to lie about but Nkuutu always had something new for the flock. Moreover, one of the hottest equivocate to the brothers was that Nkuutu lived as a god of the spirits. Because he could emulate sounds of all animals, trees and everything that had a spirit. The brothers started worshipping and respecting the little Nkuutu to cleanse their transgressions and prepare a fortunate future on earth of hunting and beneath the earth. The prevaricate was taken serious. For every meal share the brothers had to always give a snap to Nkuutu as sacrificial, they would lay it on a tiny rock in his mushroom where they all slept and by morning nothing was seen. “Nkuutu the god has eaten is share,” the boys would whisper to one another.

      The boys believed Nkuutu was a god and the greatest defense he built around his untruth was emphasizing that should any brother tell any human being about his godhood they would never live to see humans but animals alone and so they only had to let animals and trees know of his godhood if the brothers were to live among humans. Nkuutu soulfully conquered is brothers, Kyeyago, Lubbadi and Mugabi by his musical cohesion that animated spirits and others. The boys would leave certain verses in the rhythm to Nkuutu; he had a tender creative imagination that often bridged music with its environmental features. Therefore, he could breath out words compatible to trees, birds, animals, wind and all that made the earth its mushroom.

Sorrowfully elders didn’t acknowledge Nkuutu's sounds and never had they even heard of the forest singers. Moreover, by the time boys were gathering firewood the girls were also toiling with their Maamas or at the well gathering more than a few pot full of water. A singing man wasn’t acceptable as a real man but a woman at heart.

Customary for every firewood butch taken by a particular compound they had to gather another butch that was left in the middle of the forest by the Manly Oak Tree. As contribution for the cleansing ceremony that happened once in a hand-fingers season. The big occasion smelled from a far.

The forest was at many seasons safer during some part of the night than at daytime. In darkness of man’s eyes the beasts were out on the look for survival and so in light of man’s eyes they were ready to rest. Nevertheless, brutal indigenous forest animals came traveling with man’s time. That meant a grill alarm would communicate throughout the village about a mislocative intruder. Men would color themselves in various sizes and heights of spears ready to attack hadn’t the enemy quickly run away at the first call or the next from the viewer alarming. Hence, in no manner could the boys leave their spears while on a trek. In addition, if any brother left behind the safety instrument they all had to return in order to reequip their deterrence. To natures agreement the craven obeys the unpoltroon, some animals had found themselves in various parts of the forest that woods weren’t dry at all to alter their catnap.

The boys would scope huge leaves high above their spears to wall-up their private parts. With another scope of the thin clipping stem that orbited tightly their waist leaves. Their buttocks were always dirty and obvious.

On the other margin of attachment, girls applied lots of oral and practical gardening lessons with their Maamas. It was at such moments that Maamas’ saw periodical times of their daughters; just analyzing a girl’s inscipous behavior their Maamas would understand and comfort them. Encouraging the girls that a woman’s age is allotted with earth blood that comes around every moon.

At the mushrooms or village gatherings did girls and boys converge yet with no marital combination agenda.

At wells girls drummed through their best art of mouth-mongering, backbiting new brides of the village and mysteriously proving their credibility having been the necessary would live choice of the bridegroom. Tongue plucking about unprepossesive boys and other unmonstrous kids of the village, the men they wished to espouse. Such tittle-tattle in girls minds didn’t stay at well, friends would rumor to their Maamas’ who later on chitchatted with their husband upon the well subject. In stipulation the husband would carry on the words to the intended secret heart man. Choice was a man’s birthright not a woman’s legality. Unpicked girls matched into neighboring villages until they found their admirers.

The pots laying by the bush edge like tortoises, the girls would start dancing crookedly on their toes to the well founded reverberate of the mouth and instrumentals of their palms. The well was well with a flamboyant circulating air that crisscrossed about. Shaking and shaking passing their moments as they waited to marry off their unused vagina. It was from their husbands that brides got animal skins to cover the recently spoilt nakedness and so leaves would be forgotten unless otherwise. Singing in soft voices like each girl sought to have the more babyish sweet sound;

               That man who is there

               One who fought a beast

                     and won the battle

               He shouldn’t forget

                     having won me too

               Am a little different

               My flesh doesn’t get finished

                     like the beasts

               You can break my pot

                     but it’s not made of clay

               Come and kept this pot of warmth

               …

The girls were in great din when unexpectedly concluded just when they were almost to mention a man’s given name. Wakabi's wives had arrived to gather the necessity. The women were also talking about the girl who was once part of them but now had exited their circles. In addition, they too got into an abrupt disclosure. The women were unable to interact as certain specific issues at their distinctive stage with the young girls. Wakabi's wives had been talking and taking comforting oath before earth and its rulers for not having played a role in her departure. Nevertheless, the calamity titillate that their husband hadn’t turned to any of them pierced all their hearts treacherously.

The girls got involved in converging water and then left. They were unsupposed to talk about their periods by the well; it was another code content that surrounded girls with pots at water bodies. They would end up not getting married. Moreover, when such sodden escaped out, they knew growth towards marriage was close than formerly. Sighting their future beyond the verses they cried out passionlessly.  

Chapter Six

Wakabi made a confederate assembly with Kamira. Trying to side step his faculty of commemorating the past vast earth of a fallen girl. Kamira was spear shaping in his mental workshop, covered in a shinny-dripping layer caused from the burning furnace of medieval ages. Though Kamira's energy could be exhibited in his rough portioned body little was it connected to man’s intrepidity but only bracing. He was a child among elders.

By the help of two metal hooks he could draw out a hottest piece from the furnace and dealt with it. Then he cast over a few sentences to his friend. Kamira was part of the furnace heat and so little did they negatively counter hate each other. He was a master of metals.

Kamira stayed always younger than Wakabi and this reserved his internal behavior slumping easily towards is friend.

The saintly relation binding between the two village mates was the spear. People said that Wakabi was the best hunter and warrior and Kamira was the spear assembler. This often unveiled Wakabi's respect to Kamira because though he was a hero with the society spear, he was underneath the undisputable smith caliber in weapon formulation. On the other fingers the great spear smith Kamira was an amateur hunter though a substance warrior. It was due to his hereditary spirit from a spear making extended family that Kamira joined the elder’s council. The first-born boy who ruled over the elder sisters as a rule in any family.

Kamira’s furnaces sculptured the best shapes of spears, some with two or three or four sharp piercing heads. As other smith knew only one sharp pointing model and yet still with out fashioned sticktail. Kamira's spears were totally and perfectly ironic from its base to the sharp vertex end.

The villages come to understand Kamira and Wakabi friendship was the spear relationship. Moreover, by this reason Kamira's mushroom never went out of meat just like Wakabi's own mushrooms. People gambled beneath their tongues with letters entwining Kamira's disability to canter for his burdens but all these words passed with the wind. Only for a small percentage of perceptional considerations did Kamira observe is inadequacy and much of it he believed criticism wasn’t to outweigh friendship. So long as Wakabi came back with a brute on the shoulder-back, Kamira had to receive a piece of it. In return Wakabi seemed to own a wealth in spears than Kamira. Any type or kind of spear lay in Wakabi's mushroom. The true incongruity was that whatsoever Kamira attained was consumable and whatsoever Wakabi got was durable.

The two pals developed stronger than blood kinship. A mirror __expression of being from the same womb of a woman. The two were in the same village. Wakabi was from a brave family history and Kamira originated from chicken chain of descendants with regard to beast hunting. Some people thought the pal ship between them was because Kamira was a poltroon but it was proved unnecessary when Kamira beat up Mubika for greeting him while standing on her two feet and he uttered that it was such ineffectual humans that were extra stubborn. Wakabi never articulated a thought about it. Though after seasons, words escaped out there cave how Wakabi drawback on the basic symbolic reason that Kamira would start molding spineless spears to toss Wakabi into the jaws of beasts. Persons had tried to twist turn victory towards Kamira but still the strength of Wakabi who lived among the uncommunicative wild breath remained unshakeable beyond and allover Busoga.

It was Kamira that Mubika faint heartily hated most. Nevertheless, as a girl or female her mouth yield where never considered out of range with her nose to wonder within society. However, by the time Mubika withdrew from Busiki, she respected Kamira more than Wakabi internally.

Kamira and Wakabi were nervously perplexed upon the unexpected arrival of Mubika, slightly forgetting what they were involved at that eye-catching moment. Her face in recovery eyes, it was a mark of the endless tears from Busiki to Bugweri. She knelt down and greeted Kamira honorably and then turned unto her husband, she did the same. Not quickly asking about the co-wives she hardly glanced at Wakabi eye to eye and if it did happen Mubika briskly repatriated her focus. Mubika somewhat knew Busiki wasn’t her home, and had it not been Wakabi's thankful humanity she wouldn’t bother to alleviate her internal throes.

Mubika told the smith that only a short little spear she deserved and indeed a pot full of peas she had received from her friend’s barn was at his disposal to balance her haggling in winning over the spear. Kamira selected one of the newly made spears and refurnished it to sculpt Mubika a short weapon.

‘How are my in-laws?’ Politely Wakabi's base penetrated the atmosphere.

‘There no longer your in-laws.’ Mubika went against Wakabi.

‘You’re still mine that’s why you’ve come for a short spear.’ Wakabi is speech confronted the girl; he failed to make her a woman for some good seasons.

‘Yes, but do you think it will apply?’

‘Ask the spirits of the ancestors, they will help.’

‘Before I forget your Maama-in-law is already a spirit.’

‘My condolences…ask her, she must be understanding a lot by now.’

‘Let me ask about your sons; how are they?’ said Mubika.

‘Fine.’

‘And the other women, my co wives before that day that divided us.’

‘They miss your handwork.’ Wakabi replied.

‘Did the goat become expectant?’ Mubika asked humbly, for she left while one of the domestic animals was on typical heat.

‘Indeed am happy for it, in the next several seasons ahead it will add on our wealth.’

‘The cow, does it have a young one?’

‘Yes! Last night it got two brood and by morning when we noticed its curse it was slaughtered along with its calves by men’s sharp spears in agreement to destruct the omenous life it was creating.’

‘And did the hen’s eggs hatch?’

‘Yes, all the twenty five are living, none for the eagles and kites as yet.’

‘She must be a good mother.’

As Kamira fashioned the weapon he recalled the old story that somehow integrated relatively with Wakabi and Mubika. It was about a great hunter who lived with two wives and loved the younger woman more yet she stayed a girl and the other first wife lived a woman’s life with children. The hunter’s day work reimbursement after the search for animals ended in the young barren wife’s mushroom and so the elder wife survived upon her harvest. The other lived the opposite life of course. And so another day the hunter’s colleagues told him not to over waste is feelings for the barren second girl but consider that the first wife generously might have supplementary affection for the hunter than the other woman. The great hunter disagreed but is colleagues continued to suggest that if he needed to acquire earlier wisdom upon which of the two women liked him most and who will mourn him sorrowfully on his death day, then it was time he faked is death. For death and mourning had a connection to adulation. The hunter agreed to the experiment. They went hunting as usual and that day they killed several animals than never before and then they fastened the great hunter in grass to compose him like a corpse but considered is breathing life with ventilations for inhaling and exhaling. Then one of the hunters run to the mushroom to announce death of their great hunter. It was then that the hunter’s first wife lamented highly that even drums calling the village’s awareness to their hero’s death weren’t heard. Moreover, the second wife was crying politely to her self in her mushroom. As the first wife at the same time cleaned the entire compound and her mushroom to prepare for her husband’s body arrival. The second woman only cleaned her mushroom. When the great hunter’s mortise arrived, it was laid in the second woman’s mushroom and as the first wife mourned thunder fully, the other woman was almost singing rudely. Moreover, the pretending dead body was aware of its wives accent individually. The villages near and far were already in tears and sorrow and now the flesh from the hunt was put in the first woman’s mushroom. The first wife cried that now her intonation was trying to jam. Then the colleagues untied their great hunter. They narrated to the chief why they had to apply such boding evil. Hence the day’s hunt was sacrificed to the gods to cleanse the omen act of death pretence. Her husband rightfully dismissed the second wife and her mushroom was demolished. The great hunter lived a new life. It was the friends telling his life. That’s how I saw them.

Now Wakabi could be in the same old tale. Kamira wanted his friend’s mind reconfirm the history but he stayed reserved, cut between loyalty and remittance. He glanced at Wakabi like a strange folk tale, is mouth almost to say a word but Mubika stood by his remarks were allowed to passed down is own gullet.

With no time the furnace was inarticulate, the notes of clang! Clang! Clang! During shaping of the medicine man’s spear was done. When Kamira's workshop was in production the surrounding areas knew clangs and echoes would travel long distances pitching every ear in its path. Although Kamira preferred working in the night for the blowing river winds to accelerate the burning fire flames, the village elders repudiated that particular notion. It could cause numerous sleepless nights that impregnated men’s senses to dance with their pregnant wives at times which were against the cultural jurisdiction.

Very soon the short spear was cooling down from the hot hot, it was finale. Mubika having noticed her longing instrument, she handed over her imbursement to Kamira, a pot full of peas but he declined the return. Kamira sought his work wasn’t beseeching for anything from her personality. Mubika disagreed unto the pretence of her disability to recarry the peas and the spear back to Bugweri and even the spirits would honor the cry if she hadn’t a sweat in attaining the ritual spear. Kamira promised that had it not been a spiritual word she would have taken the load along the trek on her legs, he wouldn’t have possessed the garden harvest. Wakabi was unable to say the next sentence between is Mubika and Kamira. An on-looker he sat.

‘I will be glad to build your mushroom again.’ Wakabi said. As Mubika deposited the peas in Kamira's two shoulders pivoted powers.

‘I too think of serving your mushroom but now that its broken how can it grow again in the same place, may be the next time it will germinate from a tree.’ Mubika groaned around her words towards Wakabi.

‘You know a season comes when mushrooms appear again, they always have a particular place and season to stay and grow. I know that season will come…I will set up another permanent one for you. My life is happy inside despite the sorrow at my eyes.’

‘Only the spirits can tell, but my mushroom is no more.’

As Mubika got her short spear, empty pot and told farewell, she reminded Wakabi to consider a chance and obtain his seven barnyards full of peas. Wakabi rocky grumped the thick saliva in his mouth as Mubika's words were now taking control of his then strong internal comfort. Mubika's words were now taking control of his then strong internal comfort. Mubika swept the path as the little thin earth dust beneath her steps run into space mayhem, Wakabi couldn’t stop her but only observed the scenery. She had come when least expected. Then all the trouble of greeting every living human in reach of her shouting when traveling in Busiki considered again with a tiresome soreness of saying good bye on her pullout. Not at all neglecting the kneeling and raising a head while on the move. Her beauty was becoming more and more ignominious in Busiki.

Wakabi had come to let Kamira know that is deep thirst for Mubika's absence among the mushrooms around him was painful so as he could attain some friendly advise. Now Mubika came by and then left, she seemed on a journey that will never turn around. Finding another woman wasn’t the medicine, Wakabi knew it, memories of Mubika still cried inside of him. For several days after his recent hunting Wakabi didn’t eat anything from is wives cookery until Kamira influenced him slightly to teeth smash a few edibles.

‘Have a spear.’ Kamira offered another of is newly created weapon to Wakabi.

‘You have already given a spear….’

‘No, I haven’t,’ Kamira refuted outwardly.

‘The short spear that Mubika has taken is valuable than that one. Already enough to fill my satisfaction.’ The hunter compiled to regard the short spear that would bring back Mubika. Perhaps.

At last Wakabi got hold of the spear and thanked Kamira, he sought of him as the greatest of great brothers in his inside breathe. Wakabi promised the clouds, wind, and earth that he should never be buried until Kamira had mourned him enough. Wakabi continued to emphasize that unless the earth thorough smoked Kamira before him, certainly he will mourn Kamira until he joined him and the ancestors. Kamira penetrated on Wakabi by hesitating that the words he was being feed on were the right fruit seeds to tell Mubika.

Wakabi buried is head in the palms sullied upon what actually befell his penis once whenever he lived in Mubika's mushroom now that she had to leave. His only moral consolation based on is breeding of other children from Mubika's co wives. Nevertheless, lacking a girl also worried him a bit despite the many heirs at hand. With numerous boys Wakabi's clan would grow widely but little was foreseen of the boys natural strength to further survival history as great warriors and inbred hunters after their Paapa's death.

On another note, Kamira intended to prompt Wakabi's understanding of a new bride soon to be within the smith’s mushrooms. The bride was far from Busiki but the right season to vomit such excellent news wasn’t appropriate for now due to Wakabi's Mubika emotions. Kamira thought and knew if a new woman curved by is waist Wakabi would probably absorb an idea to nurture a new bride, forgetting Mubika's distance away.

‘Even the most oldest and wise, we elders know he can be deemed with a little doltish.’ Kamira told Wakabi and he too absorbed every enunciation and then Kamira emphasized is good wish for the hunting friend to escort him to the new brides family introduction observance. Moreover, until when Kamira returns with a new face for the village. Without saying too much, Wakabi accepted. Kamira understood the saying that it’s not the news that is important but it’s the oration method of the news which makes it important.

People had started telling how beautiful Mubika went with his voice by convincing him to speak is aspiration through the pot-mouth and it shall be granted. Infact, that after Wakabi's prayer she covered the pot-mouth and then proceeded to Bugweri. It meant that Wakabi could retain is voice only after praying thankfully in the same pot again, however, if the pot got broken before his respeech Wakabi would never say much conversations anymore. Indeed he was almost not speaking among people. It was all hearsay created by Nkuutu the god.

Chapter Seven

Mubika was under her own steam to the medicine man for a second phase since her reappearance with the short spear. Something hadn’t been reattributed to counter drive her disease but the traditional medicine man was uncontrollably reveled. He had seen the metallic short spear made by Kamira's wit; and now was the day Mubika had to reestablish her being with the traditional healer. The appointment was by evening when the gods were stably relishing, when no common man did any retrograding experiments against their resolve and supernatural wisdom. A time when they looked at everyone’s mind and judged peoples past from which they prophesized their future. The time set by the medicine man to meet Mubika. He promised her everything would workout and also she would talk to her late Maama on this day.

Mubika carried only a short sharp smile along the way to the healer’s shrines since the proper short spear was already in herbal engagement. Mubika was told; she would find the short spear red-hot before interacting with the gods or the ancestors.

As Mubika's focus enclosed to the healer’s mushroom the shash-shash, shash-shash, sounds of broken pot pieces and beads were gambling in the healer’s guard. Shaking and shaking is bells; beads; beans from a broken pot saucer, and every echo dismissed away Mubika's smile. She joined the sounds eternity by the healers call with a blast tone that seemed to be obeyed by the shash-shash. Then the medicine man called Muchara, Baana, Mwami the spirits of women, children and men correspondingly. Shouting for reputable turns and within the sixth announcement, different tones in classification patterns determined the children spirit speaking or the other two firmaments lives. Shash-shash adopted the background noise and within an allowance interval of reduced shash, one of the spirits would speak. All in all the spirits approved that should Mubika truly be entitled to a child she needed to look upon every law and order from the medicine man’s mouth. Indeed, for various reasons ago Mubika had disturbed their grand supremacy in cultural assistance.

Only her ears seemed breathing, the other parts of her were may be dead, almost giving birth to the wastes in her empty belly just to loosen the stress indulging her. Sweat all over her beau like a smear of melon oil, her right to be heard was half its normality, lively scared yet upon all odds loving to live again through her child’s stories of Maama. The shash-shash covering everywhere was now almost normal due to fear and anxiety the spirits started descending through the medicine man. He was now speaking in Mwami’s accent ordering Mubika to lay back and there and then Muchara proceeded descending into Mubika's eternity with a smooth tone. Mubika implemented upon the wish of the spirit. The earth was different, no longer the medicine man personal reality and Mubika too was no more but only two spirits now. Then Baana the spirit of children; all three in one entity.

Mwami started rubbing Muchara’s belly with his palms and like often a god’s reverberation it was a loud and rough inside the mushroom but outside not even a falling guard smashed on the earth would be heard by the mushroom’s outlet. The spirits were busy at work. The stomach was rasped heavily and noisily and then a herb ointment smeared but Muchara wasn’t in any introvert sting all the frightening had been washed away into the command and elaborative grit of spirits. Mwami wasn’t at risk for it was common patronage that he always stood by such empty girls. Traditionally.

Mwami gave is sought to Muchara upon the red-hot short spear, it was ready to perform the ritual cleansing of the empty belly, for that’s why it was fabricated in a black dry animal sheath to never be cold for long before Mubika's prevalent return. Mwami was ready to insert the short spear into Muchara’s private pelvic mouth and sooner than later the short spear was hurting through Muchara’s abdomen, through corners and curves. Moreover, there instantly Muchara mostly noticed Mwami’s existence but the short spear ran through herself ahead and backwards like a lost hunter without dogs. As Muchara felt a little pain that seemed fleshy, Mwami was almost throwing his last chance with the short spear. The best of the game was right there and here. Baana was silently descending into Muchara. In addition, the sooner Baana settled in the belly, Mwami’s short spear had coincided with the children’s spirit in Muchara’s tummy. They were three spirits all tightly together, Muchara, Baana and Mwami. It was then that Mubika realized having the medicine man playing into her canal status.

Mubika remained come, the spirits had lost their true accents and so was the medicine man. The shash-shash had disappeared from its unhidden noise; tongue tied ness captured the mushroom shrine. Mubika was told the short spear had to stay with the medicine man but in the supernatural earth of spirits for more indulgency with the ancestral earth and shrubbery form ointments.

Mubika was down, the spear had gone into her more and more yet no blade blood could she witness or acknowledge, the medicine man had penetrated her. Now she wondered whether she was to conceive by Mwami the spirit or the medicine man. In the making of sexual dance it was the spirit but now it’s the medicine man, the only man before her. How could it be that in a cultural trial to avoid girlish life, she had made herself a misfortunate whore by sleeping with a second man in the history of her femininity. How would Wakabi easily sympathize over a child in her of the medicine man’s semen if at all she had conceived? Yes, she had experimented a slip leak of fertility inside at almost the climax of the ritual. Mubika complimented never to easily let Wakabi and Busiki learn of her incidents in Bugweri. But how could that be she thought while having in mind the saying that your can hide a scar but you can’t hide pregnancy. A few minutes ago the short spear had worked in a different manner than whenever Wakabi mounted her.

The medicine man with a defensive spear led Mubika out of the mushroom shrine to her Paapa's mushroom compound. The night on earth seemed polite, which wasn’t the case but only their minds stood thinking independently through what went before and the upcoming. The medicine man believed himself being a man, he had canal knowledge with the girl he grew up with wishing the same. The knowledge great people of the village had failed to feed Mubika, he managed to provide her. It was the virgin side of his tale which no other person would ever know, for it would mark the end times of his medicine powers’ success. No man would send a woman or girl for treatment to him again. That wasn’t regrettable upon when the secret sneaked out but also how would Wakabi react unto the pregnancy of Mubika by a healer.

Mubika realized they hadn’t shared more sacred words but the final guilt of offending spirits and gods. It was the medicine man interchanging speeches of different spirits and back into his own volume, which also was an imported baffle to Mubika.

The medicine man consoled himself on high grounds that the secluded will live on even after his death on earth.

Chapter Eight

Wakabi's third wife’s son, Nkuutu wasn’t given solid nourishment one day for a snoozing background of not importing hearth sticks. Nkuutu had done this life habit thrice and a couple of times before. This time, although his Maama spared concealed a lap of her own share for Nkuutu, Wakabi gluttony called for it and swallowed every bit of the fragments. It hurt Mutwala internally more than it exalted upon Nkuutu.

Wakabi made a confirmation statement of truth before the ancestors that unless Nkuutu brought a cluster of firewood by his own sweat, Nkuutu wouldn’t have another meal apart from the last he had consumed the day before. His Maama had pledged whole fully and heartily to find away of gathering fuel on behalf of the son but her husband declined the humanitarian spirit.

Nevertheless, the one thing every brother knew about Nkuutu in such instances was the padora mind exposure that they would never permanently tell apart from his upset ness and mind molting. Only his Maama recognized a differentiation that emerged silently in Nkuutu right from the start that no other person could determine easily to formidable conclusions.

Nkuutu would exaltedly do any fatigue in the smallest hours possible only if not compactly victimized on skeptic criticism. In agreement, he was often the number one accomplisher in any work among the brother.

Soon at the conflict’s roof Nkuutu heard from the Paapa's language distancing him from the slumbers among is mushroom compound if he did not bring fuel by night call. Nkuutu's Maama sought for the hearth place fuel and off she went. Meanwhile Nkuutu was at the mushroom gate without talkatively geared up to defend mount himself. Nkuutu's step Maamas pleaded ground fully for the child but their negotiation was as bad as rubble of noise.

It was said and approved that from the day Mubika left, Wakabi had never been a person in himself within society. Mutwala first approached Wakabi's friend Wakabi to lobby and bring around Wakabi on earth there by swaying her son’s stay. As Kamira arrived and began the win over, he lost victory. What had mentally happened to Wakabi was immensely beyond understandability. The entire mushrooms across the village become aware of Wakabi and Nkuutu's disarray but the elders kept silent, for it was Wakabi's duty to take Nkuutu before the ageing council and iron out their misunderstanding. In any case Nkuutu hadn’t said a word or two to show is disagreement but only kept on receiving rewards of intolerable caliber and neither did the elders hear a dirty sentence about Nkuutu solely but only smooth honey-coated copies of the boy’s olden times.

Mutwala's return with fuel clusters on her head with a deep sweating expulsion of energy did no good. She only had to turn and persuade her son into stick hunting fuel clusters for the mushroom compound before the birds nested their wings.

Nkuutu went on fuel hunting after realizing a layer of thin water on Mutwala's seer. He brought the first, second and third cluster of fuel, one followed by another that everyone was comically happy but no good facial intentions dressed up Nkuutu's look. Everything was running well, he added a forth and fifth cluster and whistles from the brothers and onlookers sprinkled into the air, the village happy like he was performing a rite. Nkuutu's Maama's merriment was stolen from every glittering side beneath her nose. Nkuutu having laid the fifth fuel cluster, though the mushroom gate he walked out and in the same direction he traveled, the observers went dumb full and saw the young soul into diminishing dimensions of their village. He wasn’t returning, they said to one another, that forever he’s gone to join perhaps the forest boys or the indecent animals of the village.

Only observing the return of Nkuutu with a sixth fuel cluster. His head was jocud; people whistled once more to his good workaholic symptoms but little did they externally or internally recommend Nkuutu's complicated heartfelt capacity completely in what he was exercising, by the time. Nkuutu returned to pick other clusters and within the next accessible minutes more and more fuel walked in. During this route the whistles weren’t heard of, the village was now eminently and silently aware of Nkuutu distaste of life. Nkuutu's Maama told how enough hearth place stick he had gathered worth more seasons ahead. Nevertheless, Nkuutu didn’t stop on her motherly words and despite the new beginning of her tearful face; her son kept on supplying fuel to the mushroom. Nkuutu was annoyed inside and outside of him.

The stripling didn’t speak at all to any one but only listening was done without even physical response implementation. The cocks and turkeys come back for their night nap but it seemed Nkuutu's day time had just arouse maturely. Firewood was covering almost every empty ground of Wakabi's mushroom.

Wakabi began to fear for is son’s life that he called upon his other children to follow up Nkuutu's workmanship with their spears. The forest was now a dark haven for wild beasts getting awake, ready to articulate their night duties.

As people sought sleep Mutwala was mouth-gassing trials to desist her son’s laborious intent. Enough hearth sticks for almost the entire village mushrooms was sleeping in her husband’s mushrooms. Nkuutu's brothers and Wakabi himself intended to impose a trick of offering the activist son a meal of peas to cool him and reconsider his minds over-exercise but Nkuutu discounted the hoax. Wakabi was already rewinding is mind vividly on the question of why he had to counter emphasize the fuel verdict upon is son erstwhile. The pain of parenthood was digesting him up. Meanwhile, on the mushroom side, Nkuutu's Maama had already began a trail of silent weeping in installments every time her son headed for the forest but his return would offer minimal painful thoughts again. The mushrooms were now the fuel compound and the earth learnt from Nkuutu's brothers that the gathered hearth place woods in their Paapa's compound was picked from the forest pile clusters that were a contribution by every mushroom compound for the cleansing ceremony of the village.

In reality none of Wakabi's compound mates had a nap as Nkuutu kept on throwing sticks over other sticks. The other sons having accompanied Nkuutu, their Maamas threw away their wonder and dreaming moments to rejoin their sorrow and worry upon all the sons of the mushroom. In addition, more perfectly each Maama's heart lay at her son’s safety through the dark wild earth.

Through the catnapping birds in deciduous trees, talking insects of the night and hissing animals of the bush, boys would feasibly penetrate the thick waist-level grass that kept the pavement forth and from the village forest. The other part of earth night had consciously died.

Tens and tens of fuel clusters had been brought in and enough diphtheria was covering Wakabi's lungs yet Nkuutu showed no signs of tiredness or giving up the hearth place fuel transit. Wakabi command ordered is other sons to man arrest Nkuutu and engulf him to his Maama's mushroom but the boys refuted their Paapa. The boys were aware of the powers with their brother; he was a god, where else would you find a person carrying all those clusters without reaching exhaustion. Nkuutu's silence had boiled into the gods’ silence, the superficial leaders who never say a word or two but hear from their subjects. No could the boys let their Paapa know Nkuutu's super imposed standard, for Wakabi wasn’t an animal or a tree. The boys escorted Nkuutu to and from the forest with the knowledge of being guarded by occult power and though spears walked with them it was a normal practice. They knew of none danger before Nkuutu the god.

Wakabi got up from the diphtheria and lifted Nkuutu into his Maama's mushroom and there he set several of the brought clusters all around the mushroom to bar Nkuutu's exit.

Though after that persons of Wakabi's mushroom and the neighboring mushrooms had a siesta, Nkuutu's Maama almost didn’t sleep. In fact she was the first human to move out of her husband’s mushroom before the first cock’s siren to the villages. Therefore, she watched her hut to endorse Nkuutu's custody than the first siren alerted the village. The morning sun that called for people’s hard work was at a junction close to the village hours; the cocks and turkeys also sought the earth out there was safe and lively. Soon Mutwala discharged the mushroom temporary stick-doors which proof protected her Nkuutu. Thousands of fuel combustive would have murdered her son, she thought. Observing Nkuutu breathing in and out in a dreams pattern, she left him for a while.

The morning seemed compressed into Wakabi's compound, early laborers kept the eyes in this fuel compound as they passed by. Their mouth splitting the worst parables. They had attained the day’s gossip topic while at their farms. Kamira too was coming to confirm the rumors of his friend’s fuel compound and so he recognized its truth far from arrival. Parts of the path were Nkuutu stamped in the night was the same passage mat Kamira had to utilize and witnessed were dry fallen wood barks in pieces sufficient enough to let him blaspheme to the unofficial hearsay. Kamira didn’t find Wakabi; everything had settled to normality, he didn’t ask about the numerous clusters but only shock his nut with complex imagery visions of what took place. Wakabi had gone hunting.

Mutwala returned to her mushroom, looking at her son, he was awake. There he sat with sticks barks in his bushy head that extended Mutwala's familiarity of its consequence unto Nkuutu. Such grown up bushy hair sheltered evil spirits on her son’s life from the time of his early upbringing seasons. Mutwala had always cut off Nkuutu's black grass to none existent before it grow to be black trees but this time she had forgotten about the manure full head. That’s why he carried clusters and clusters from the forest to the mushroom as if he was a spirit and he couldn’t talk to anyone regardless of their natural standards.

Mutwala got a spear blade and began slashing away Nkuutu's hair. She could budge roughly through her son’s pate for numerous rounds as if she was rousing about meat in the pot until the head was black and blamelessly clean.

Nkuutu said is original word after so long by thanking is Maama for throwing off the hair. Secrets of his evil spirit remained in the Maama's heart alone. Moreover, no any other people sense fully knew it from her mouth nor did the son know the brains of his hair. Every person always told how Nkuutu might never excel through the manhood ceremony because of the extra ordinary intrigues that rotated besides him to be considered partially inhuman. They conquered the belief that one night Nkuutu was to stay in the forest at the Womanly Oak Tree and then another night his partial body and soul would sail down the river or the beast’s throat. However, Nkuutu's brothers didn’t share on the same underdetermined conclusion, Nkuutu had painted greater godly powers than gathering clusters in the forest. With a head so ominous where would Nkuutu bear children or live a life of his Paapa, the other people thought. Otherwise, when such knavery happened his brothers understood the practicability of super psychic advantage in him.

Nkuutu asked along what had happened to the great clusters that were looking at him, ‘did they walk in’ he said. The boys laughed and gathered their own smiles collectively and then informed Nkuutu of is capacity that implemented incredulously to the clusters’ stay in the mushroom compound. Nkuutu denied outwardly his acts and recommended is wonderful sleep that he encountered with the goddesses of women. The goddesses showed him a beautiful girl, so beautiful than beauty itself, as a reward to him for the work well done on earth. The boys silently murmured to each other, ‘he was communicating through woods to the gods, is among them.’ They’re only boys of Wakabi's mushrooms.

Mutwala was stressfully worried about Nkuutu's growth that would seal an edge on her slashing off the hair. Yet his future wives weren’t supposed to cut off their husband’s bushy hair, for they were still girls until they gave birth to a child. It was then that their husband’s hair top fell short by the spear blade.

Nevertheless, at certain junctures Mutwala was coming to terms, for she followed the same footpath of spirits that were odd in her hair. Therefore, she was the only girl in Bukooli whose pate never was braid or plaited into potato like fine designs that often brought business in the dark’s moon month. The forest shrubs would only restore health at her over ripe age of bride hood, otherwise, before that old-time the traditional medicine fell to its incompetence against Mutwala's powers. She was about to tell Nkuutu is only future bushy shrub of hope but she didn’t know if he approved of harboring evil spirits, it was always the first step in anointing to the medicine’s power intimately. Nkuutu hadn’t done this as yet.

Mutwala entered history through the same disease; persons narrated allegory of seasons and seasons away before the seasons Nkuutu was to be born; how a chief in Bugweri had come to bride up Mutwala. Moreover, on the night she was presented to the chief she made an informal contest. Just when the chief presented is hand to hold and shake Mutwala's own, she pulled him with disgravity from the stool and right behind her the chief fell on the entourage from Bugweri and then left quietly. The intended marriage ended. Mutwala wrestled the chief down. Mutwala's hair was put unto test; it had been weaved in plaits, stunning for the right affair. It’s because of this adversity that Wakabi perhaps married her to freeze down her internal power and raise his. No wonder Mutwala dispersed Mubika so much because she originated from Bugweri; she referred men from that side as weak in nursing human watering and strength for women. It was the cat and dogfight, historically.

When the Bugweri populace heard of how the cat beat the dog that entertained the bridal day, the chief was dethrone. It was an enduring embarrassment to Bugweri as a whole and not the chief alone. How could a woman wrestle down a chief, a man, a person with great self-esteem among men, the Bagweri murmured? On the other side the Bukooli people were jubilant, a woman of their soil had thrown down a chief of Bugweri. Mutwala was receiving appraisals from members of her village with gratified gifts, she was considered for chieftainship. The wedding had ended into a fortune tale of a bridal wrestling match.

Chapter Nine

Chief elders stockpiled at the village grounds to exchange opinions about their lands recalcitrant man. Under a tree canopy they sat in a circle. The fuel for cleansing the land was now in Wakabi's mushrooms, the elders had learnt. How could the gods and goddesses exalt befool fire to roast the village’s sacrificial animals? The might indiscernible rulers would not accept the human effort. Wakabi the defendant wasn’t to appear or attend the trial; he was the trouble-framer.

Such unusual less seasoned court marshals were massively unadvertised. Mulala the unheard medicine man was the coordinator; he had passed over from one elders mushroom to another letting them to enterprise their roles as prosecutors and plaintiffs at the trial grounds. Wakabi wasn’t to be informed, neither the drum was hit nor was the horn blown; it was a secret trial.

Kamira arrived last and the elders’ forum had gone apparently to the downfall of Wakabi. Settled on their hides in a circle, all seemed to be in a skin uniform. Through phrases, stories all exposed equity of Wakabi's trial; he was to be punished.

‘An elder…one of us as polluted misery on the young generation...how then can he go easily. It will lead to the death of cultural values.’ Mulala said.

No democracy, nor final judge, the speeches pointed against Wakabi's unbelievable disobedience. Kamira was much a listener than a chatterer.

One elder, Mulala engaged on saying, ‘unless Wakabi is sacrificed to the gods, there will still remain a gap to misread the gods forgiveness, the ogre augury ousting will also be indefinably undermined.’

Mulala's non-garland sentences opened Kamira's mouth, speaking from all points of his mouth, he couldn’t sweeten up Wakabi's propose becoming a sacrifice. Kamira reminded the jury on how the intent criminal was about to be ordained as a guardian of hunting and warriors, the highest honor in village elder circles. ‘Wakabi's end meant also an end to our hunting glory and worship delight,’ Kamira said, in sighting songs and phrases of recognition brought about by Wakabi. It was Kamira standing by a friend. One surviving proverb he cited in between his words was that, ‘a king is like a lake, you can’t dispense him, otherwise, you risk drowning.’ Kamira continued, ‘their many other penalties to consider than sacrifice; one of these was to let Wakabi carry back the logs…’

‘Unless we are putting the offender above our ancestors he deserved to be a fine to the gods.’ Mulala interrupted.

‘Okay kill a strong man and when war comes you will look for a strong man.’ Kamira dashed in another proverbial support for Wakabi.

The jury seemed hushed as Kamira spoke, may be listening or only observing the clapping lips, readjusting their former positions perhaps. Nevertheless, what Wakabi had done had never been heard of in their lives and times gone by of the village. Mulala emphasized that returning the clusters wasn’t enough punishment. Kamira hence repeated is later saying and added that Mulala should come up with the execution plan in sacrificing Wakabi. It was then that visions of Wakabi's power against their entire summed up strength began figuring through their minds. Trying to sacrifice a hero wasn’t easy.

Kamira told the jury to let Wakabi return the logs and make a cleansing sacrifice for his compound; it would be enough punishment. Kamira walked off the ground. Moreover, for a while the other elders were resistant but then one by one followed Kamira. It wasn’t a protest, he only found out how many elders were for and against the sentence in his own opinion. The jury was seconding Kamira. Mulala remained at the grounds for another while before following the gang. Kamira had won the case against Mulala since he went with a large following. Wakabi wasn’t aware of the jury’s sentence by the elders. This time Mulala had to meet Kamira and concede defeat.

It was common law that an elder committed a crime once and excused the second time he repeated the same offence, and the third time even a prince wouldn’t be forgiven but attain due penalty. So Kamira's defense for Wakabi was a secondary supplement, otherwise, hadn’t there been him to stand against all abnormalities and the jury appeared to fall on one side of sacrificing Wakabi, common law wouldn’t have applied. On the other hand had the ejected number of elders equaled to the still ground-held elders then it meant a repeat of the trial.

Wakabi's sentence was passed and it was Kamira's duty to inform him. Moreover, no sooner had he told the verdict than Wakabi underlined of him being more than a great great great friend. It was the defendant’s supporter supposed to unveil his tactics to the criminal act. But Kamira didn’t speak about Mulala the hardcore, it was by common law substance that such jury people were to be protected, otherwise, it would govern wider divisionism within the village. Nevertheless, he knew Wakabi and Mulala were always naturally distinct extremities. For Wakabi was soon to be honored great fully yet Mulala the healer wasn’t to be honored and yet more so Mulala often consulted with the spirits of the land.

The Oldman was angry about is son that every moment of the hearing, he only shock is head and never lamented a word or several during the minutes. He couldn’t swallow the fact that Wakabi had derailed backwards just within his glorious age. He was the second man to eject the trial circle, as is head bowed only the walking stick gave unemotional support to the ageing Paapa. It had taken him numerous hours to hop over the logs along with is hopping stick.

‘It was wrong to accelerate the torture of Nkuutu at such a height of laboring upon hundreds of clusters.’ Kamira told Wakabi.

It had been a shoulder-to-shoulder basis of the trial and justifiable. Wakabi promised not to indulge so much on Nkuutu's nut. In any case he had acted in the shadows of Mubika's emotional impact, Kamira learnt. Wakabi began by spearing off a cock’s crown head, and then smeared its blood over his body. The cocks remains were to be burnt thoroughly unto the gods, spirits that no bone was there for a dog or man but only black ash imitating the soil, the kind other cocks, chicks, hens feed on. The sun was staggering between its path and Wakabi observed the mystified wood hip, wondering if he could manage its transition practice. Indeed after very few clusters returned, Wakabi requested for a flood to cool down his sweating muscles. He had taken so long since this kind of toiling and it was so much different from hunting. Now and then cocks, hens and their chicks would cross ahead of him along the route to the holy part of the forest, they thought he was to forever block off their side of the domestic earth. Wakabi had married at a younger period in their times and history of generations, so he had done little tripod-stick gathering.

Wakabi glimpsed at the remaining abundant clusters every moment he came to carry back another butch and at sometime looked at Nkuutu with disbelief but again in approval. He realized every person had something he could do best and admitted having not known Nkuutu's abilities. Nkuutu was a fuel transition hero, though little was linked to hunting and warrior ship. Wakabi's wives and boys stood worried in thanklessness of what judgment had happened to their heroic husband and Paapa respectively. Perceiving the arrow of destiny changing in their lives, if at all costs Wakabi was being demoted to a commoner’s status? They didn’t know there had been a death sentence on his head than repositioning the divine clusters.

Kamira come again, this time to stop Wakabi from the entourage to his marriage due to Wakabi's current hard work, for afterwards he deserved enough rest yet they entourage had to travel over the night for long miles. Wakabi disagreed and pertained to finish the work and then join the entourage to the big festival. On reconsidering of his attendance to Kamira's wedding is pace increased that he began lifting two, three clusters at once. How could he absentee himself from a great pal’s marriage celebration, the bridegroom who had just got him this current punishment for his big headedness. His dogs traveled with him but still they’re at their only exercise of protection than being log haulers. Wakabi's spear was held together with the wood, just in case.

Wakabi ensured is first wife was organizing a living cock, a nice leopard hide and a spear for the navigation over the night. It was the work Mubika often did for Wakabi though it was traditionally an assignment for the first wife as head of other wives.

Nkuutu kept is politeness throughout his Paapa's adventure, his hair was short and unaware of is marvelous contribution to the current stake in operation. A child before manhood was a gift from the gods and he had to be honored just like he was to attain respect from his own children. Torturing a child was a howl appall in the god’s hearts.

Chapter Ten

Kamira, Wakabi and other elders of Busiki trekked through the night wind and silent earth where glowing insects were the only light on the lower loam material. Moreover, sounds of others worried nighttime insects picked through the solid dim. Men’s foot thumps were the heaviest noise.

Every elder’s right arm with an iron protector and their left hand with a cock and animal skin in the armpits. The men were prone and willing to get through their way no matter anything.

Within their steps they had to cross a holy river between Busiki and Bukooli. It was a sacred river that every human; young and old had to dance along the provided viaduct to the other face while singing,

                              Mwiga I have never seen you

                              Mwiga it’s my first time to see you

                              Mwiga let me pass you

                              Mwiga I will come back again.

It was a moment when men imitated girls they had ever seen dancing and eminently copying the test as each one of them sang to the holy waters. At the new bridge face a cock was slaughtered to thank gods and spirits of letting their souls across Mwiga. Hence, small children who were afraid and not ready to speak never extended over the sacred waters until they’re grown up and went through the rhymes of Mwiga.

Past and ago, this sacred river swallowed several warriors of Busiki as they forgot to request permission to hold them to the other face and only songs of war were loud and clear. Yes, they all crossed but also didn’t sacrifice a cock afterwards, on return the river had dried up to sand level, the Busiki regent emerged triumphant, so they moved within the trough singing victory words. Nevertheless, the sacred river managed to accommodate all the soldiers and there they died as the water refilled its surface. The Bakooli celebrated. So it’s believed of harboring enough skulls and fish, not forgetting the rusted fighting spears. It was believed the sacred water speaks and could transfer from one area to another location depending on its wishes. Moreover, this happened normally after the seasonal sacrifice when all villages besides its reroute had to sacrifice a virgin girl and boy without fail.

It was at this river that animals gathered in the dark and drank off their quest, then part away upon hearing letter of coming humans. Scoffing, hobnobbing animals could be listened too while fetching water by their spoon tongues. The sacred river.

Now already in Bukooli they continued for a distance. Only the scrambling of their animal hide attire added a conversation with the earth night. This moment they couldn’t talk about their women’s horrified secret manners, they’re neither cowards nor anything else, and silence was their other weapon. It was a time when they feared even the lightest grass next to them. Wakabi's presence was alien, they were silently waiting for his other tactic of warriorhood, they had conspired to sacrifice him but now they stood amidst his strength. However, wasn’t he afraid too?

A cock-a-doodle-doo broke the dumbness within their steps and there and then the cock was knifed off its throat. It was truly untimely for the cock to misinform the elders upon the eleventh hour of sunrise. Here they lay their camp and glow a fire, roasting the cock for the spirits and themselves to keep a boiling high temperature.

Until the rightful cock-a-doodle-doos was timely than they rose up again to forward the journey. Holding their recent hide-beds and remaining cocks, not distancing away their spears that slept in there five, no one could easily step on them. All they apt to give notice of their existence in Bukooli to the closest chief in the foreign land and there they received one inhabitant to walk them anywhere legitimately to their requests. With stops here and there while being introduced to other chiefs, the day covered a lot of delays for security reasons. However much of their coming had already been communicated through various channels of Bukooli, the same terminal that Kamira utilized to acknowledge the soon to be wife. Still it wasn’t a guarantee to zoom up and down anyhow.

When Wakabi, other elders and the gentleman of the day arrived to the brides mushroom, they were given new animal skins and spears as gratitude of welcoming them through the unpredictable night. All women and girls in Bukooli were in one compound; pots of water lay in waiting to quench there visitors thirst and others sat on their blaze stool, the cluster fuel was enough, so were other hearth stones glittering in bubbling heat. The giant festival pots of the village had now surrendered to the fanatic chemistry as they murmured inside, more and more dry roots were encouraged to soot form their organisms.

A medium pot full of feast soup was sited at center stage of the guests and with a calabash given to each guest they would scoop a liter or so to lip sip internally.

With the bride leading the girls, a dance was accumulating their whole bodies pillared by their toes, their waist grilled inside-outside and side by side, like they were boneless, every part of their naked bodies seemed willingly apart and participating. The hide and wooden crafted drum slummed every eardrum beyond the bridal compound; women across the platform were singing with the beating drum and dancing girls. The guests were amicably hosted with music lines;

                     She has got a smith

                             the man of metals

                     He has got a virgin

                             the art of life

                     She will give birth

                             his spears will protect

                     A smith of life marries

                             a smith of metals.

The music was considerate to the function.

A pot of meat was stationed before the guests, another section of feasting had began only each guest’s calabash had to cater for their gratuitous avidity. Within the same moment the guests introduced their origins, sighting about five dead generations that hardly connected to a total outside generation not from Busoga and also three honorable class services in Busiki. The guests cited having come to pick the most beautiful girl, otherwise, a parent would not surrender her daughter if such combined crumpet letters didn’t prescribe the smoothest allure her daughter’s being in-equivalent to any other. It was the bride price of a marriage.

Women had already begun their long lasting business of word mongering. Selecting on Wakabi and uncovered how he got his third woman from the same village. In addition, that Bukooli had most beautiful ladies of Busoga only that they often married elsewhere. Wakabi too partially remembered his marriage to Mutwala, he also had chance to meet his in-laws but little was shared between their mouth at the moment, for if a son-in-law was so talkative he would easily say or use the taboo obscene words to the elderly-in-law. Among the circulating words Wakabi and other elders heard a salvage phrase that Mubika was impregnated by the medicine man’s penis. Wakabi was lowered; he hardly ate another piece of roasted red meat and much of it camped in the jaws for so long and unready to make it follow the throat crossing.

How on earth couldn’t Busiki know about Mubika's potbelly and such priority flew to Bukooli yet Busiki stood stuck between them, Kamira thought wonderingly.

Again the drums started chattering along side the confabbing women lips composition as the dancers mood raised dust. Their bodies getting lowered and then raising again in the heart of sounds, the spirits and spiritisses were also listening.

The bride was given a pot that she was to utilize in her womanhood, a symbol of transition from one family to begin another. A gift from her Maama as she left the mushroom. Accompanied by her aunt, they had to travel under the designated evening so as towards dawn the bride and Kamira engaged on the gods’ food.

The entourage moved back with two extra souls they crossed through mushrooms and mini forests, it looked like a short journey than before. Dancing and singings they went across the bridge of the sacred river, sacrificing cocks thereafter and continued into their heartfelt Busiki of the elders and a new being for the bride.

Whenever Wakabi looked on the bride, the return and history of Mubika built in his head, the medicine man had made naptials and impregnated the woman at his heart. Yet as a medicine man his clients were to be protected for their husband and not to be loved by healers. A sequential happening of hoary, misery dwelled on his face.

Darkness had buried the sun, the entourage had arrived to their respective mushrooms, the village was aware of a new bride in Kamira's mushroom. They knew what Kamira was to pertain that night but it wasn’t easy. The bride refused to offer her pelvic pot to the husband before her aunt despite the emotional swaying tried by the aunt and Kamira himself. ‘It is going to be painful,’ she said. Kamira couldn’t believe it was the girl who was dancing happily and singing for the Busiki entourage. Did she think Kamira was going to look at her and she gets pregnant without serious secrete pumping. In this instance Kamira had to make infatuation to her aunt observantly to experiment the inner and outer of a woman’s body beneath her husbands strength. Until it was done, the bride went through the sex trial at the aunt’s envisage. It was done, the bride had her puberty age screwed creatively that she was only waiting for another naptial, this time without spasm reservation. .

The aunt acted as the eyewitness if canal blood didn’t stream out of the bride’s warm pot. Hence, the bride’s none virginity could impose a common aspect for her Paapa to pay heavy sums of domestic animals for making the bridegroom unclean. In addition, the Paapa would find another virgin girl from his mushroom to cleanse the man’s attained immorality of having slept with a whore.

The next sun afflicted with sacrificial thanks ceremony in the forest. A season of coming into contact with their bygone Paapas and Maamas, the ancient life of time. The thanks offertory gathering, this happened once over twenty-four moonlight periods, for all harvests of the previous seasons. Every type of mushroom had to provide a blood breathing animal or two for the Manly Oak Tree portion of the ancestral forest. Every living person, elder or not, women or girls, children and spirits were believed to be at the Manly Oak Tree as early as the morning sun. However, Kamira's new bride had to stay away from the forest for several moony seasons before participating in the thanks ritual. She hadn’t yet served the village. They stayed with her aunt about Kamira's compound; the aunt was neither a village member nor promising to be.

No drums were supposed to litter the air and even music in any kind was not tenable as they would cause spirits and gods divert their attention from the aroma sacrificed of their village harvests towards the thundering drums and raining songs of the past causing them to dance. In addition, the boys at the Womanly Oak Tree were never allowed to attend the thanks ceremony of the village. The outcasts.

The migration curved the village patently into the day’s quietness. It was disserted like a green desert, only animals talked to one another in their none amorphous languages and a few birds that didn’t follow up the ancestral forest ceremony.

No spears were to appear at the ceremony, for the village wasn’t going to war wit its ancestors. The fire was lit and one cluster of fuel after another would be multiplied upon the burning flames, every able human participated. The second function began as the smoking forest puffed into the stratosphere. The crowd sweating in its own contact with the fume, they started throwing live animals on the red fire from a distance. Crying and screaming animals bungled up and down the danger in search for safety but the sooner they died. The oily and watery reaction with fire catalyzed along side the mimicking burning wood stove. The vibrating odour kept the people awake while galloping lapfuls of accumulated mouth lubricate of greediness.

Although many trees were burnt down in this forest, the Manly Oak Tree never died at any one time. It survived through ancestral family trees and family trees. The two Oak trees were older than any other relatives. Therefore, they were called the Manly Oak Tree and Womanly Oak Tree. The Manly Oak Tree being regarded the guardian of the village. It had absorbed a lot of rituals and rites. It stood masculine tall and boldly bulbous among natures creation. It was told that its roots depth dug deeper down into soil that they equaled its open tallness from the surface ground to the sky above. 

Elders, women, girls, boys, men began thanking their ancestors over the past seasonal harvests orally, every person had to look up into the sky as they focused on he Great Tree and lament the names, powers of all the spirits and gods they knew. Paying thanks to the ancestors on regard to protection and driving away evil intentions was another episode of the ancestral ceremony. They were also supposed to request for future and further ancestral assistance at all corners of legitimacy and common understanding of the social hereditary behaviors.

The greatest myth of this Manly Oak Tree was unto its capacity to move. People incited of its patrols over the night throughout the village and it never crossed borders. It was believed the might and strength of Busiki even after misfortune was as a result of this ancestral forest tree.

A checking smile covered the forest, a mixture of flamed feathers, animal coats, bones, meat, blood were inhaled. The spirits were happy and excite as the village humans took cover against the lung destroyer but they never absconded the forest perimeters. Beasts in the forest ran out of the interior and at such times may be the jaws of the wild summarized some outcasts at the Womanly Oak Tree. Moreover, could such outcasts approach the Manly Oak Tree they would end up in the red smoky heat.

Just when the sun was between noon and sunset, the ancestral forest ceremony concluded. The fire still spoke for days and nights even in the grinning rain, their still remained a handful material to turn into ashes. Blackness took over the greenish area; soot was born.

Soon after the sacrifices as people were about to exercise their teeth tongues, throats, stomach plus the anus back at the mushroom the Oldman felt down and despaired between what a good ceremony it was and how wrongful it was performed. He remembered that the elders didn’t come together to request for kindness and protection from the spirits and gods. The Oldman concluded that enormous tragedy was along the way into Busiki. The Oldman didn’t eat but falsified his good health belly-wise. He didn’t sleep throughout the night, for he went through the ageing wrinkles of is body’s life. Trying to trace the last season such obliviousness took place and the unseen auger that joined there after but couldn’t find nourishment from his ago head book.

Chapter Eleven

Wakabi stole himself out of Busiki into Bugweri, no one knew about is immediate disappearance. Not even the dogs he had to disagree with before departure. The pregnancy of Mubika had slumped back Wakabi's mind, further more he had participated in ancestral forest ceremony with a young half-baked wisdom. He almost didn’t know the ceremony had taken shape. Mubika having been feed with the medicine man’s diet was unfolding is inbeing ingredients that never applied. Wakabi had a constructive ending that it was a trick for the shrub man to penetrate Mubika's body and soul. Wakabi concretely never realized he had covered a great distance; he was walking aimlessly but in the lawful path. The sun was igniting the earth that in reaction blazed is soles, that too was unrecognizable.

Wakabi did greet is in-law and started by discontinuing the medicine man’s work in the most debris description. Wakabi narrated that if the shrub given to Mubika was of equity to other barren clients, then there was no grudge to sustain his gentle heart. However, if the medicine man hadn’t planned to impregnate Mubika then she would have got cured long before this nth time, otherwise, Mubika deserved no extra conspicuous drug.

Mubika's Paapa listened while moving through the corners of his mushroom compound. Wakabi didn’t know how much a bid was between his in-law and Mubika; this kept the in-law in a relaxed mid-smile mood. The confidence that her daughter eat each and every word of his lips than Wakabi's pelvic soup, kept him king over Mubika than Wakabi. This family affectionate started as low as Mubika's birth, many things happened all together. He received news of a new land segment from the head chief, his hen’s eggs had hatched, all his goats formed young ones and his Maama's spirit appeared to him in a dream from distant lands. Therefore, Mubika's birth was gracious in nature, a sign of multiple wealth and so she was much loved than her elder and young sisters that they lived in her shadows just like her co-wives. Moreover, little did Wakabi become aware of his in-laws influence to induce Mubika's marriage to him.

Mubika's Paapa was now thinking of is daughter more than the marriage he didn’t acknowledge whether it existed after her banishment or not. Nevertheless, one case of merit; it wasn’t Wakabi's decision though a cause of his aboriginal laws. Mubika was now a happy woman and again new hazardorous winds were blowing around her recovery, the old in-law reflected. How could he blame the medicine man’s capacity that other men didn’t own more so Wakabi himself. The humiliation, sadness and disheartening of her daughter were overturned by the medicine man. Mubika hadn’t any mushroom at the medicine man’s compound for she was officially married to Wakabi. The in-law cogitated before Wakabi.

Mubika arrived from the well; she had two pot fills, the internal or inner one that lived through four seasons and four seasons of day and night she carried it. And the other swamp pot, artificial in making. The top pot on her skull seemed lighter to put down no sooner she saw Wakabi; quickly she knelt down and greeted him but their contact being inactive though none was to blame.

The short spear, Wakabi remembered; the last time Mubika was in Busiki and realized it was the background strategy to offend him by the medicine man. How could it be connected to Mubika's barrenness if it wasn’t the medicine man’s penis in her beau.

Wakabi told the two, if she was to return to Busiki then the medicine man had to be terminated but he would never live without Mubika and let the shrub man brag about his grate thing.

Wakabi was told, he would never have Mubika again, and she didn’t belong to him anymore. These were the first harvest from the old in-laws bubbling barn. The old in-law continued by inciting that even a king couldn’t eat what he spate; otherwise, if a king could do so, then he was ready to suck the dirt too. Though Busiki was powerful Bugweri was ready to defend their daughter, their unborn grand child and the medicine man. Mubika's Paapa as a village chief had the keys to untrouble the healer’s life towards death and yet more the healer was his in-law for having healed the mental wounds of his daughter. Mubika had just learnt how to laugh once more and talk swiftly without unusual word gaps of distrust. He couldn’t let Wakabi kill that once more.

The old in-laws words caught Wakabi ear by ear and made him so small in is own capacity and politely got primed to leave. Holding his spear and animal skin and out of the in-laws mushrooms he walked off as Mubika witnessed every quick step he lay on the dusty earth way towards Busiki. Wakabi reflected on his speech to Mubika's Paapa, if he had told the right words or wrong approach along with his emotional pain.

Wakabi was assured that if he had come for anything it was the seven mushroom barns full of peas, for they were ready. However, Wakabi didn’t turn back not even a twist of his neck to profess upon the in-law’s thundering words.

In his own right as an elder with a probitous personality all over Busoga such words were a social indictment and degrading. This day Wakabi believed every man had a strong spirit, somewhere in his lifeline. For the reality, his in-law had all the strength to disrectify and unranked him. Yet more the old in-law couldn’t withhold his utterance. As he walked back, recalling every declaration that pierced him as a spear from the in-law’s hoarding opening, analyzing their truth and falsehood, Wakabi was enormously depressed. He had never come cross to cross with such charlatan ominous verbs as from his in-law.

Assemblies of moles were intercepting a head of Wakabi's annoyance, from a single edge of the bush to the other single without screeches but only a dive into hiding was heard. Immediately Wakabi superstitiously inferred it was a dirty luckless day for him, the way in front was developing into danger yet back at Mubika's Paapa's compound he had at once gained distance of unreceptive tongues. The moles were a symbol of unexpected trouble. Uncontrollable precarious state took on Wakabi that is ancestral artmanship as a great hunter and warrior prevailed in predatory of unimaginable animals and attacks on humans but little did he craft grasp how to kill or trap a wild rat. He always knew it was the small ants that brought down a mastery tree crippling it on its knees. With his spirit in the spear, Wakabi tried to crucify one or two moles but he ended up falling in the muscular grass without hurting the universe little moles. They too had an art against all men in their own bush huts.

Wakabi didn’t throw so many legs; one followed by another before fore sighting a moving galvanized leaf full dressed up man, as he came closer the leaves gave way to the covered hides wear. Immediately, Wakabi considered the motion gritty to be the medicine man. Wakabi initiatively become tough spirit and body, his muscles were expanding the nearer he drove towards the medicine man. Images of Mubika and the healer appeared inseparable in his purpose; the short human spear substituting Kamira's trademark and at once Wakabi inclined to exterminate the medicine man. As the two strangers seemed imperative to salute one another Wakabi intervened with a spear in the healers stomach, the healer slumped is breath that had turned into a cough and fell by the path side, scrambling with his last remarks, he was no more as tributes of blood decorated his death.

Wakabi's breath changed just like is mind reversed as before the murder. He had finished off the healer but now couldn’t reroute from the other channels to Busiki. He explored through the wild animals life, it wasn’t alien to him as a hunter. Now Wakabi's heart felt partially relieved, the healer was dead, before Mubika. Though they had a child Mubika would never be regarded as the healer’s wife. All possibilities were now dead. For she failed to protect him perfectly against all odds of death and no would her Paapa take care of a child with a grand child. Wakabi knew she was to return and live with him in Busiki. He was ready to receive Mubika with time.

Drums told of the elder’s death, a special sound that was dedicated to passing away that every ear trap learnt of a gone hero in the village. A woman had found the body and started lamenting to earth then mourning drums began; the spirits too, assembled. As a medicine man he had to be laid to rest in a special honor. Young men had started digging the earth; these were men with only one wife or none. One after another would spear out the soil at the backyard of the healers mushroom, deep and deep the diggers were getting down and buried into their own strength. Men of meaning stood besides, instructing diggers how a healer’s grave had to be constructed. Seven meters deep was the maximum width for a great medicine man like him and so depending on one healer’s power a different dimension would be allocated to the grave.

From a distance Wakabi had heard the mourning beat and automatically knew they weren’t asking for him although back at the grave area Mubika and her Paapa had talked about Wakabi's existence in Bugweri without a guardian and so every talker pointed at Wakabi as the intruding murderous stranger. Some men of almost brave integrity were sent to search for Wakabi and finish his life before the Bugweri barricade. Nevertheless, Wakabi had encouraged himself to fall into land of his birth, safe and full of liberation air.

Men narrated the vulnerability diseases and witches the now dead had healed. Many remembered the unpleasant incident of a lost girl of the village, by the waterway side her sisters saw her sailing away on the channel without any protector, the girl sat comfortably on the stream and on and on continued until at a certain point that she spun into the zealous waters. The other girls reported the matter and it was the now dead healer who assured the village it was a visit to spirits of the well. The healer told the girls parents to fill every bowl, calabash, and pot, anything that could hold water in their mushrooms to unite the spirits of the well to the water in the huts. Therefore, they had to borrow some other pots and then the now dead man inserted a herb in one of the pots, and stirred about for along moment. The water circulated around and around again, even after the healer’s exit. It was late in the early evening when the girl returned, just when the water in the pot stayed still. She narrated her tale. The spirits had welcomed her delightfully, they danced and sang for her, they told proverbs and praises of their times. It was a graceful place with its king called Bwofa eno nneka meaning, ‘after death this is home.’ He had unshakable authority and stamina.

All the dead’s material were squeezed into the grave with his shrubs and shrines curving closer by the body’s setting. For those healers who lived lower that him a few of their belongings had to stay on earth. It was an out-tearful phase as men and women had to surrender their enunciation into burial songs and dances;

               Thy stones shall fall on me

                        they shall fall on my heart

               It will be at such a time

                        that the stones will fall on me

               Just like there falling on a great healer

                        thy stones will fall on me

               They shall beat my heart

               …

Mourning as crumbs of the once dug out sand was thrown to cover the healer’s grave; he had died by the hands of another outlander.

After the medicine man’s burial, the village council had to settle the myth at hand. Was the village under siege or not? In addition, all Bugweri elders fell on one side, Wakabi was the trouble but though the healer had made non-circumstantial cure of Mubika's illness, death wasn’t the true answer of reward before discussions. They promised to retaliate as soon as their weak spirit become efficient and together, they were to wrestle down great Busiki.

Wakabi was now far within Busiki and from the in-laws land. As a hunter and warrior he feared no single-handed wild creature but any watch or shoal of them was a threat especially recently that he had promised neither Uniza nor Mugeme to accompany him. Good a little, it was in daylight and he had sworn not to engage in any hunting unless the wild brutes disturbed him and for any reason he had not come to hunt. It was a bit of fear that brought this conclusive awareness. Just like he left inaudibly and so was his re-entrance.

Chapter Twelve

Wakabi sat outside is mushroom; the sun was almost at noon. He was fore observing young sons pell-mell to the Busiki village grounds for the manhood meeting date. Striplings promising wonder and prelude shows. Striplings under minding other peers with abusive lips hassling, one group of mushroom striplings disseminating a volley of negative thoughts to another group of mushroom striplings. Wakabi could see in the boys the past and recalled that none of such aggravated ill words did he receive. Every man of there times feared and liked him for his ebullient body built fibers.

Wakabi had learnt that the village knew his absence and the death of the medicine man. Kamira had reported the concern and put it out him that the elders were glad for acting singularly against those that tried to kill Busiki's spirit. Amidst his memory, two cocks were deliberately starting to beak each other; it was because of a hen that was intercepting Wakabi's dirty reed fence of the mushroom. Uplifting their gullet feathers to almost malting beyond the comb, they could slump a little and jump unto each other as they tried to beak off the comb. With sparkling noises Wakabi learnt that cocks always remained chicks with a difference of cock-a-doodle-doo upshot. However, just as he passed such analysis to the birds he could see himself among the catastrophe of childhood, he had just slaughtered a noble man of another village. The pot-mouth like laughter he had explored before withdrew insatiably. Nevertheless, as the cocks continued to fight, spectators had diverted their initial programs, putting empty bets on which one of the beakers would win the beautiful hen that was colored in black feathers with proportionate figure and hen walked off not bothered about any two feather raffled brawlers for its possessions. As the spectators shouted high and high while encirclement ring was being formed around the beakers, one of them was almost frightened and sought through the escape hole of the spectator’s legs while the other targeted the comb to be beaked, causing more louder applause in the compound as the other beaker chased the coward cock over precincts and bushes and the hind yard graves until the triumphal cock returned to its medal, the easy hen.

The manhood occasion was a time when striplings reminded themselves of their underhand knavery forest flashes. For it wasn’t a wood storage place alone but also every stripling had a duty to hunt down or up any reasonable animal. In the forest the feast would be and begin, striplings slicing the animal and frying it up until ready to suit the belly. The initial killer would retain the animal hide until this day. Therefore, so a few striplings came in rabbits, pigs and other medium animal hides covering their private surroundings, all these hides Wakabi could differentiate which animal they belong to with rational intellect. Qualities as size, thickness, softness, reekness, all were detective instincts of discerning which hide once belonged to a particular animal. It was shame to bring a mole or rabbit hide to the grounds but nevertheless, it was better than reporting without a hide but leaves. For the initial judgment of qualifying was to prove some animal had died by your hands in sight of other striplings.

It was encouraging that Wakabi's sons had powerful hides and so girls were there, advancing their milky teeth, black eyes, open breasts and plaited hair through Nkuutu and the brothers. Shaking their bungles made out of Kamira's wit that surrounded their waists, arm twists and necks to call attention. Nkuutu always said seduction was as old as the first woman on earth.

 This time again Wakabi's stripling, Nkuutu was the designer of his brothers’ attire for they too wore their first antelope skins. In the forest while singing and playing, Nkuutu had long reasoned out the antelope’s path, it was that hobble animals often took different routes but commonly tress passing a typical sign. Nkuutu knew the antelopes hopped and hopped by big deciduous trees, they were against small stems that they were netted into. With the aid of his brothers, elementary antelope size holes were dug besides two to three trees, the holes were then covered with simple weak sticks and grass that animals fell into them without running for miles over mountains, hills, river banks; the boys kept their secret of cheap hunting. Nkuutu was a god indeed, his brothers would say.

Of course elders were at the function to assess their striplings life on earth. They had worked through their generations with success and backdraw but the facts established that elders were prosperous having abided to such a day that they too were once assessed by their fore Paapas. Now it was the elders gyrate to weigh the village’s striplings.

Arriving at the manhood function without the ancestral tool; the spear always equaled into the source stripling to stay a stripling. It meant the stripling wasn’t ready and steady to watch against odd momentous insecurity. While if it was proved that nor did the persons in question have spears back at their mushrooms it was condemned as laziness, which resulted into total outclassing the striplings. This category almost six where made outcastes from the village; by the entrance to grounds an elder stood, watching who was who and whose spear did he hold or not. Wakabi and Kamira being the main assessors of this season they picked out spears smith fully of the homelands and the other weapons of Bugweri, Bugabula, Bukooli, and Bulamongi. With a mark of the Busiki spears the stripling owner held another rating against other striplings foreign spears, for such iron weapons were in versatile strong unveto posture. Failure at such a category meant to wait and participate in the next manhood occasion. This time there were ten ten three who had to wait for another manhood function.

People were applauded and vexed, Nkuutu passed the manhood first and second stage, which they didn’t expect. Nkuutu was now legible to find a helper outside Busiki just like his brothers. He swiftly destroyed the boyhood scapegoats. He was once a dormant stripling among the mushroom. At this point they were allowed to find women from other villages. Such striplings who had better hides and spears were now socially esteemed over the women’s stratum. The new men were agitated to show their human sturdiness among striplings and women but not into libido in the wild animal text. The more these new men exploded their hurting and warfare capabilities the better life did they approach times ahead.

The new men had the privilege to continue wearing their hides, as the non-successful had to restate the green non-lasting underwear. The young men hadn’t any warrant to socially interact with striplings. They were beginning a new phase; upon this mark a story of Mugezzi was tutored unto them. A long time ago Mugezzi returned in the night and told the wondering wife how he had butchered Munage and indeed she agreed on observing her husband with blood on his hands and knife. Sweetly Mugezzi made her take an oath never to expose his blood full hands, the wife went on to say;

               By my husband

               I stand on this

               What my husband says

               Is what I say and do.

Days and nights passed with a glued mouth of their secret. The people asked about Munage’s disappearance but didn’t encroach on any clue beyond the painted red color in Munage’s mushroom. This bachelor and important man is a great warrior, they told one another, how then could he be killed and if so where is Munage’s body? Mugezzi and the wife were as silent as Munage. The elders went on trying to uncover the truth about their lost elder but no answer was reaped. Certainly they decided to consult the spirit earth to find out where Munage’s body lay. Before the spiritual consultation was to happen Mugezzi out openly caused callous blank verse unto his wife, beating her, his mind had turned untamable. In retaliation the first words within tears that flew from Mugezzi’s wife’s mouth was her husband’s murder of Munage. The wife elaborated were Munage’s remains were buried as told by her husband. The drums were answered, calling every woman, man and person into Mugezzi’s compound, he had killed Munage, they told each other. People wondered how great friends had fallen into a murderer and victim untimely play. The wife took the elders to Munage’s grave; exhuming and exhuming. Yes the soil was soft and recently disturbed in texture, yes Munage must be here the diggers explained to the gathered crowds. Soon they reached the corpse of dog, Munage wasn’t in there. Mugezzi had convinced Munage a friend and colleague to disappear into thin hiding so as to find out how much trust or secrecy did his wife own at heart. By the disappearance of Munage, Mugezzi killed a dog and buried it after smearing and painting blood in Munage’s mushroom and on himself too. Mugezzi narrated is reasonable account of trickster on emphasizing to learn the wife’s trust or secrecy and now he had achieved it. Indeed he told the people that when Munage appears before their eyes the wife had to leave his personality. Mugezzi had to call out Munage from the thin hiding place and made ancestral sacrifices to the gods and spirits of the land in ensue to clean the imposition of Munage’s death. A woman has no secrecy, the elders said to say to the new men who had passed the manhood assignment.