Guard thine loin

Stories were told to children,

Of the years past,
Which were dry and hard,
Occasioning tight harvests,
Inadequate to feed the folks.
Life, between the seasons,
Was passed with hunger and pains,
Uncertain of the future of kids,
And women and the weak.
Of everyone.
Fear was the mother common to all.

Then the sky appears high,
Clear and blue.
The sun rises and shines.
The weather blows warm air,
Inviting the clouds,
Bringing hope for the rains.
Happiness spreads again,
And again, and again.
Confidence appears high,
Among the Inhabitants,
Who prepare for the farms.

Use the rains wisely.
Cultivate all crops extensively.
Grains, tubers and fruits.
Manage your produce cautiously.
Use what you need.
Forget not the needy.
Store excess “for the rainy day”.
Let no rodent pilfer your stock.
Stand guard against scavengers,
Lest they take you back,
Deeply back to oblivion.