‘All right, you go away, Nwafo; he doesn’t like you – you are not a good person. He wants Obiageli.’
 
 And truly Amechi climbed on to Obiageli’s back without any trouble.
 
 ‘You see,’ said two or three voices together.
 
 Obiageli raised herself to her feet with difficulty, bent slightly and made a sudden jerk with the waist. This threw the child further up her back and she walked away.
 
 ‘Softly,’ said Ezeulu.
 
 ‘Don’t worry yourself,’ said Anosi. ‘She knows what to do.’
 
 Obiageli went out in the direction of Edogo’s compound singing:
 
 Tell the mother her child is crying
 
 Tell the mother her child is crying
 
 And then prepare a stew of úzízá
 
 And also a stew of úzìzá
 
 Make a watery pepper-soup
 
 So the little birds who drink it
 
 Will all perish from the hiccup
 
 Mother’s goat is in the barn
 
 And the yams will not be safe
 
 Father’s goat is in the barn
 
 And the yams will all be eaten
 
 Can you see that deer approaching
 
 Look! he’s dipped one foot in water
 
 Snake has struck him!
 
  
 
 ; He withdraws!
 
 Ja – ja . ja kulo kulo!
 
 Traveller Hawk
 
 You’re welcome home
 
 Ja – ja . ja kulo kulo!
 
 But where’s the length
 
 Of cloth you brought
 
 Ja – ja . ja kulo kulo!