YEEEESSS……NKATIE!
Yeeeesss…… Nkatie!
Yeeesss….. Nkatie!!
Yeeeesss nkati shew!!!
That is her melodious chorus every blessed day
She goes east and then west
Climbs south, and descends to the north
Carrying her 8-month old baby on her already saddled
back
Like a porter in the market of Asesewa
She trips about with her head pan stocked with roasted
groundnuts
Sitting comfortably on her exhausted head
She combs through the scorching sun by day
And swims through the cold by night
In her desperate bid to attract customers for her ware
She treks miles on foot in torn slippers
And gets extensive makeups in sweat daily
But feels no pain nor shame
She bothers less about what people say
Neither does she pay any attention to what others think
The only fuel that keeps the little flame in heart
blazing
Is that simple smile and the ‘Thank you mummy’
That she receives from her three bouncing toddlers
She has no ready money
Nor any other helper
All she does to put porridge and bread on her
children’s table each day
Is to go out and about in the sun
With her head pan and roasted groundnut
Trumpeting her usual chorus,
Yeeeeeeeeesssssss……..Nkatie!
Nkati shew!!!
