Lauwo George

Rookie (Mbeya)

Bimbo For Bumblebee (A Child Wannabe)


We sit next to each other
On my mama’s bed
On a sheet of birds
Embroidered without words
And watch the morning sun
Licking dews away on grass
Hoping the wetness to pass
So we could have our play class

Sara and I
Are now filing
Towards the green grass
Hand in hand
Sometimes me behind,
We stand and stride
Around bumblebee hive
Scared of the sting
We daren’t even sing.
Then we see two grown ups
Close to the hive, mime and mumble
One saying “you my bimbo”
And hold hands and giggle
But Bumblebees don’t sting them

We walk on toes
Towards the hive
And we jive
The new name
To the ever stinging bees

You my bimbo

You my bimbo

We whisper as we get
Close to the hive

You my bimbo

You my bimbo

Bumblebees listen
To their new name
But they stay put
They don’t come out
To give us a nasty sting

You my bimbo
On the green field we sing
And create our own scene

You my bimbo,
We shout
As we gather flowers

You my bimbo
As we somersault for hours
Around our sand-flower towers
You my bimbo
You my bimbo

You my bimbo
We sing in a ring of two, but
Then it isn’t fun anymore
Because the grass start
To irritate our skin
For it is getting dark and cold
And mama would always scold
If we don’t go home as we’re told.

Submitted: Friday, January 10, 2014
Edited: Saturday, January 11, 2014
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