Why I Celebrate the African Village Boy in Me


Every kid was involved to guard their gardens from the witty-thievery rodent. It was never an easy task. You had to sing to the accompaniment of shakers. The shakers were pebbles put in an old empty 1 Kg Kimbo metal tin hammered at one end. Songs were those to demean Anakamuna-the squirrel for his long bushy tail and laziness.

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