VILLAGE CHRISTMAS TALES:

This one is for all of us...
Behave! we need to behave this Christmas Holiday,
this business of eating empty stories all through the night with our fathers must stop!
Daddy this! Daddy that!
hanging on his shoulders like those tattered clothes you wear in the name of fashion,
Shame on you!
have you forgotten that you traveled in the same bus with this your father,
that he too has been absent from the village for months?
Behave I say!
did you not see your mother swing her dress cabbage carrot, cabbage carrot,
when she saw your father appear at the gate,
did you not see her smile from ear to ear when she shyly shook hands with her man,
did you not see your father lick his lips in excitement,
if you did not see, I have told you.
And you have no shame running your mouth like a parrot,
chatting your father up for nothing,
'irregardless' of the fact that your mother bid you goodnight at six in the evening,
did you think that she went to snore away,
'shadao' she went to shave her armpits,
she went to comb her hair,
she went to squeeze her hips in that see me through night dress,
the same one that she wore the night you were conceived.
My friend remove yourself from your fathers house,
give yourself a lot of busy,
go plant grass or milk the cow,
go chase skirts at the village square,
just go...
allow your mother and father time and space
to set the house on fire,
to enter each other like plastic chairs,
is we togethers?