If you truly created muntu, If you truly want me, to lend mine umbrella ears to you. If you’re really wonderful and good, If you truly want me, to slaughter a bull sacrifice for you. If you really provide curd for my lame ewe, If you truly want me, To worship thee omnipotent one, Then do these my pitiful god; Make the sun to shine during the moonless nights, so that the night runners cease disturbing me, Make my bearded he-goat a gorgeous donkey, so that I won’t trek to Daraja Mbili market, Make our phlegmatic village chief a castrated bull, to be gored in the upcoming bullfight, Make my neighbor Mochama’s daughter gorgeous, a moon goddess for me to revere, Make my corrugated barns magnificent palaces, for me to cohabit with my dozen of wives in. If only you did these my pious gods, If you granted my wishes, I’ll lis
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