One Fine Day in the Kalihari

A verse prequel to "The Gods Must Be Crazy"

featuring Namibian farmer N!xau ╪Toma in his

younger days prior to his encounter with that

Coca-Cola bottle.

Once, N!xau found a piece of string.

“Attach,” his father said, “that thing 
to both ends of this willowwood 
and form a bow. You know you should, 
for with that bow you'll snare a hare, 
and all shall dine on tasty fare.” 
 
“Forget the bow,” his mother said. 
“Give me that piece of string instead 
and I shall thread it through this hide 
to make a loin cloth just so wide 
to camouflage your private parts... 
...and galvanize all San gal's hearts.” 
 
Spoke N!xau's brother then: “Forget 
those gals! Give me that string! I’ll bet, 
when fasten’d to this blackthorn pole 
and taken to the fishing hole, 
that string will net us fish galore -- 
perhaps a dozen -- maybe more.”

Then N!xau thought about that thread

and ev'rything his fam'ly'd said.

"The breech cloth would be dope, as would

the pole or bow: that's understood.

But I prefer to form a ring

to forecast what the future'll bring."

( more to come; a work in progress)