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84 In Gorongoza Forest It was my two dogs and I Together in the forest Myself whistling the totemic praises of my long gone fathers Atop the morning dew of June Searching for the red boy of the left hand A few meters into the heart of the forest Alas! My God! The king of the jungle Hidden under the gazing African morning sun The silence that followed answered with a whisper Fine but strong Collected memories of my departed grandfather trickling in ‘Don’t run Look him right in the eyes if you meet him’ I remembered My heart playing mbakumba A dance that leaves one tired and sweating My dogs – my companion boys! A sigh of relief Machena and Chikara wagging their virile tails Emerging from the back of the king of the jungle Stealing away the attention of the king He faced my boys –Machena and Chikara For a moment Playing a matador’s fearful dance with the bull 85 His finger nails playing an untold story on my boys I only remember holding tight – clinging To a branch at the zenith of a Diospyros mespiliformis How I got there Only fortune To tell this incredible tale But my boys now history ...

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