KWENA THE CROCODILE
Hey, wena! Wena! Don’t throw stones at old Kwena
quietly gliding through the torpid stream.
I can trace my family tree for considerable millennia
and my sight can make a grown man scream.
Excerpt from My African Bedtime Rhymes
NDLOVU THE ELEPHANT
There is nothing so delicious
and apparently
nutritious
as the ripe Marula fruit in late
December.
When they’re lying on the ground,
yellow, juicy,
almost round;
it’s a treat that one can seldom not
remember.
Excerpt from The Big Five Come Alive
Should you like to find out more about the rhymes,
please
contact Brettell
or Ginger
