So innocent his mission,
Innocent Bushman set for the great Mulanje Mountain peak,
Sapitwa, that is the fame,
And the name.
Brother Kilimanjalo up river,
Of Sapitwa tolerates no riddle.
They hag up yonder
When shake the mighty winds,
When El Nino walks home,
To spread dry spells on land,
In miseries in the granaries.
That July morning,
Fog so covered,
The mighty Mulanje and Kilimanjalo kisses,
So innocently up mountain snaked.
The porter,So local in his knowledge
To Bushman's lonely insistence obliged,
To his lonely death no companion.
Mulanje Mountain so angry infuriated,
On why Bushman stil,l treked,
As Kilimanjalo and Mount Mulanje mate,
And unto another life's waters poured.
So went Bushman,
With the sperms of Father Kilimanjalo,
Down the Mulanje tube,
Yet he turned into no foetus.
Wearing Bushman's innocence of July,
Up, up treked,
In search of daily bread.
Bushman quetly lay,
His new porter frriends,
That his own porter down he left
As towards death he solely treked.
Like the mighty winds,
The insolent fog,
Twain sheets as the two mounts met,
The news all over spread
That Bushman no longer breathed.