LAYMAN THOUGHTS POETRY

The knife Ritual


Wrapped in mud at Dawn,
They could not give me time to yawn,

My mates all terrified and shook
As we marched on to the brook

Then I found my little self naked
‘Village knife man’ pretending he cared

In a que of ‘you go first’
Belly storms could surely make it burst

At my fathers eyes saw betrayal
At the crowd cheering saw malice

Had to be brave, reputation’s sake
Blade cut through my skin, like bit by a snake

Before I could even notice, twas done
My father gave me a spear, “now you’re a man!”

Written by :Keith K. Gikuuma

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