Nzilu, The Mortal Bull Fighter!

When i was a teenager i used to play innocent when mama was home,
I was so harmless until my mouthy neighbour uncovered my true colours,
I used to follow Kasanga our able house boy as he drove the flock out for grazing,
We became friends as the days went by, so he would tell mum that I’m the best herdsman he’s ever met!

Mama didn’t realise that i used to blackmail Kasanga with four pieces of goat meat,
So, we left the homestead, headed towards Muooni river,
Nzilu was the name of our mighty bull, the only reason i tagged along,
Under his neck, rested a giant bowl-like bell that acted as a signal to strangers,
It was an alarm for any newcomer walking by to keep off, cos Nzilu was a mortal killer,

He had the physicality of the dark African buffalo,
When we arrived at the river…