Jingled Wheat Poem by Haruna Garba

We are like the poor man's beasts
that though tamed, go wild grassing
without the rearers at our heels

When you hear kurrr made at dusk,
it only means one single thing-
tether time for the donkey is up

When you hear aror sounded at dusk,
alone it means a single thing-
tether time for the sheep.

Anytime wheat grains are jingled
it only means one thing-
tether time is at hand.

Dear little underlings,
Is it the same with you,
talking about your estimations?