thye painted ones

down the road from arusha is a village called minjingu.
on the left of lake manyara, at obedi gust house is my friend ben marcus.
he makes my life cool, chats under the shooting stars
over chicken killed fresh, na wale
showing my his art work; painted on water canisters,
specially designed to collect rainwater for the children of the schools
humpty dumbpty potatoe head dooh.
the subway map to the tree of life &
reminder frogs, telling people to wash there hands after the chooni
a breathe- taking landscape and a book swap
our safari of the tanangare gave us the privillage of seeing 2
fierce female lions feeding on a hartebeast
poor bugger.....predators simply chewing their cud,
heaving from stuffing there face
a wild dog in the background hoping for a little nibble
but to me the treat was
to ride around the park with a wildebeast scientist
learning about the should bar codes adn there relation of cattle
lunch of peanut butter and chai on the side of the road and bonnet
and the painted ones.... punda mila and twiga
heaps of contrast donkey running across the trail
and megavore streching to the trees tasty greens
there pattern only found here. stripes and spots.
it changed the direction of my film,
altered folklore, with every tell of the tale
replacing the hare and hyena is the girrafe and zebra
repacing the ngombe =cow will be the wildbeast

which brings me to today, after a rush then a wait the a bath
i watched movies and read the dhamrma bums
and now i am headed out of this country, on the road to the border.