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.”
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)
