By Wegolonyo Erick The courage that my mother had Went with her and is with her still: Licac* raced from the battlefield; But my mother endowed me with her brawn. The rancid kitenge¤ my mother wore She left behind for me to wear; I have nothing to treasure more: Yet, 'tis something I could spare. … Continue reading The Courage My Mother Had
By Wegolonyo Erick But my son I speak to you with a humble voice Do I quarrel? (No, i do n—'t) Yet you heed off my free advice And I use My soprano vocal Not the heavy husky hectic bass! Dear son, perverse not in this road In this road of civilization.