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The young audience listen
Some open mouth gasping for air
As the elder spins his tales
In night of breezy snoring wind

The village dogs barking
Some running away in fright
The young boys and girls get a fright
The elder puffs his cigarette

"Amina is a witch
She lives in her wooden house
Many people claim she can see
Of the underworld where demons dwell"

"She is fair skin with long hair
Eyes of dark pupils staring taking souls
She always ties her hair in a bun
She wants to be free with the wind"

A small twig drops from the tree
A small boy shouts in the quiet night
Every one jumps up to see what happens
Only to see lizards running away to the hideout

The elder walks up to bring his hot tea
He takes a sip then he spins his tales
"The farmer can't hide his dilemma
He knows who will send him the red thread?"

"Amina holds his hands looking into his eyes
You mustn't take the red thread no matter what
This isn't a joke farmer....you life depends on it"
"But I know it will be from the woman I know..."

The banana trees whisper
When the wind blowing in the hot sun
The leaves swaying knowing no direction
The farmers stares into the banana orchard

The sun rays dancing shadows
The farmer closes his eyes to imagine
What will it be knowing he heard the story?
The demon will come in the full moon

Amina walks away
She doesn't look back at the farmer
She already says what she knows
It is up to farmer to decide his fate

The elder gets up ties a red string
On the big tree bringing it to his chair
The young audience getting excited of his tales
"Are you going to show us what will happen?"