Rules Of Chasing Baboons Poem by Paul Mwenelupembe

If sunrises on mount Gideon
on the roads, and only sandy routes
Strifling on it to the baboon house
Twenty miles away from home
it grins by your foot

If you are late with a minute,
cereals are unretreated;
Shinning to the baboos' house
And they shoot with aquick steps
With their rifles clearly held
And cereals, cry for support

There are decrees attached to them
Beautifully laid down, the human life
For they say we grow and you care
But when such rules, scary ones
But when rules are in the autam
And both lives are bothered

All rules are good but these jangle ones
Early wake up and give support to cereals
The greatest ever the king of Gideon said
And weave the nkhombiyo to hold the bullet
ready to fight the baboons

Shout, shout and shout the decree
All day long to awaken them
Whilst the bullets are being shoot
On the weaved mat, sling of stones round and round
Yelling for the fight in the kingdom

Build chitembe, a source of jangle home
A branket and canopy when rains laugh
The main rule to grab on reasons
And start the spring seasons
While the Mwandovi king awards you greatly