We wail and wait
Shriek,jump and shout
Sing and slaughter

We mourn the memories muted
And tease the motionless meat
Why didn't you notify us we ask
Wake up,Wafula here's busaa

Women wallop the utensils
They round the compound
Singing of sweet secrets
With him
And with exhaustion even
Their labour by the hearth

Contemporaries crack
You're lying,look at how you smile
And whom have you left her for
"For relatives" the corpse cuts
A kinsman has to be brought back
His memory must be mellowed in hearts
And so nocturnal dances
And Wafula's conceived multiply

To bury a kinsman
Emotions wild and warm
Debts dead and dry
Recounted and resolved

A kinsman's death and burial
Is more meaningful than his birth
Why would Corona or kanjo
Think a kinsman's burial
Is a dog's funeral?