With the month of June everyone’s in their kitchen garden
Spade in hand, preparing the soil to sow maize later
Those who are more persistant when they finish it
They stay in the garden and try to sow with the dry soil
The schoolchildren are on vocation
But they aren’t resting, they’re in the field
Keeping an eye on the sowing
Chasing away the guinea-fowl who want to peck at the maize
In the month of August comes the rain
The people return to sow maize
Some time later comes the sprouting
The children are there again chasing away the sparrows
As grass appears people begin to hope
they start waiting for the rain to come
But the sun is relentless
No more rain comes, the plants die
The people grieve
As they wait for puddles to form again
The people grieve
As they wait...
But the sun is relentless
No more rain comes, the plants die