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The night wind whistle
Brushing the leaves the noises leap
The children jumping up to listen
What's the noise on the trees
The elder smokes his cigarette
Blowing up the smoke in the dark sky
The candles light dancing along
Bending in every direction
“Now the farmer opens the door
The cool fresh air rushing into him
He covers his face for a while
As the crescent moon shifting rays
His daughter resting in her room
Listening to her radio...........
She hardly hears the doors open
She is alone in the house
Amina feels the vibration
Of the red tread floating in the night sky
Cutting through the silence.........
She projects herself
The farmer walks
His hand holding the red thread
Bewitching him to the banana trunk
The little glow in the total darkness
The farmer forgets
His mind is totally confused
Looking back he seems so far away
The red thread pushing him along
Now facing the banana trunk
The image speaks sweetly
“Honey it is me!
I am here in the banana tree
Don't be afraid of the night
You will not be alone again!”
The farmer stares
His eyes seeing his wife
Floating out from the banana tree
Dress in her finest outfit”
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