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Manhood
I lean on my spear, hold it with trained hands
Stand on one leg, admire my lion mane,
I whistle my tunes to my `stock of pride
As they graze in the great Loiborsoit plains
Around me crawls the azure splendour
Of the vast savannah.
Across the valley Pareiyo sings praises,
Encipa!Calling me home, her new moran love!
She notices not her father bursting out
From the liquor`s manyatta at musul, crooning
Praise songs too, recalling his youth.
"Boy that is how men should be!"He tells me.
So is it now i am a man?So be it! so be it!
When i grow old like papa i shall drink esuguroi
And rule over my wives, my progeny, and my herds.
Milton, this is just cute.
"So be it, so be it " -- drums the power and beauty of poetic resonance.
Let's have more from your Massai archives
Yes, i have read of such rituals where boys must perform in order to transcend into an Adult.
Smilesz.
So is this based your own thoughts and reflections, Milton ?
Another one well done ~