THE MILK

        

 

My food tastes a wild leaf,

Water like its muddy,

Every time I remember

The milk in the Girra.

The milk in the Girra,

Sweeter

than honey

that can’t be given for money!

Its top layer a butter

You’ll love to lick

Even when in your ear

A spear!

The  Girra, in it’s Saab

Now a picture in my heart.

Mummy’s wood beneath it.

She  rolled and rolled it,

While singing her beautiful melody:

Hiyey hoobo hooboy hiyey hoobo

Aan waaleyno wiiloy aan waaleyno

Wiilba raace Xayley wilba raace

Xalaaley Xayley xalaaley

Waan jeclade caanaha waan jeclaade

The milk in the girra

Eventually in two layers

the top for my ear

and the other my stomach

© ABDULGHANI SHEIKH HASSAN

December, 2011