Esther of Namisindwa

Hailing from a remote place, a girl, in her prime: all together beautiful with glittering eyes, spell binding breasts, angelic figure, full of valour, she stood. And lo! She met Yone of the East, aged four and twenty poured out her heart unto him, and feeling sure of utopia, she bumped high! She danced to the rhythm of "let-me-drop..........." Slashed her thoughts wide In want of her lover To make bright their future whilst she made bright their home. Esther of Namisindwa, oh! good gracious lord! Now she eats her own mouth, Her despair out-numbered by hope In pursuit of joy lies surpressed her drops...... "I wish I did", is buried in deepest rocks Esther of Namisindwa, Oh good gracious Lord! Cleanliness is bathing One who washes self in Namisindwa river can not go home shabby But one who washes self's mind Is free with heart and soul Esther of Namisindwa, The bad days make for a brighter future a woman who gives birth is sure of solace in the her seed. Jb Wisely