An Ambo song, for men out in the bush, hunting game. The Ambo are a tiny group in northern Zambia, numbering less than 3,500, and speaking a language related to Bisa. The hunt is taking them too far for his son to accompany them.
A little child has cried:
I’ll go with you, father,
to cover the pits.
Stay at home, my name-sake,
We’re going to many a stream.
from Oral Poetry from Africa (1984),
compiled by Jack Mapanje and Landeg White,
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