Evening

On the fire is a Akanaha boiling with omukalhu we nde

Mother sits across the kitchen chin cupped in her right hand
Mukaka is on that kera kera of omwanze no'musombe..

Kanyere is on the mortar
Thud thud thud,
Biira is bent on the seive,
Half of her, I s covered in cassava flour.

Smoke is fast rising
The fire is slowing burning out.
Kabugho moves to the pulehe,
Bends to give life to the fire
And the water on the behind rihiya is ready..

'Mbambu,' mother calls out..
'Asa utsumbe obundu.'