Each day as the cat's started up, the noise did in this bush erupt. Belching smoke rings above the trees, then crushing all the grass and leaves. Drilling rigs put boreholes down, made a loud stamping sound. Fine brown dust in the heat did rise, to coat my body and silt my eyes. Men then came and hit in pegs, as what would be the waters edge.
Tires burst and engines boiled, as every day the eight trucks toiled.
Further down the valley rift, men did pour the concrete swift. A coffer dam across half the space, to aid them in the building race. But as the people said would happen, Munyami would their spirits dampen. With the rains a flood came down, turned the swirling water brown. Breached the wall halted the task, angered the gods the people asked.