Oh! I am so happy br I am so happy at what br It is happening to me br I am getting Old br I am Ageing br br I am loosing my teeth br My hair is turning grey br For now on, br Everybody would listen to me br The entire village would sit down br br Quietly and listen to what br I would have to say br Most of the evenings br The children would abandon their houses br Rush to my place br br They will arrange the fire woods br Which they will bring from br Their own houses br And put fire on them br Regardless of what their parents would say br br They would still come to my place br Congregate around the fire br Even if I was sleeping br They would drag me out of my house br By force so I can tell them stories br br Or I can give advice br One day I did run out of tales to tell them br They insisted of hearing the story of my life br Oh I am so happy to be ageing br Even when my mouth smells br br Grown up still want to come close br To me and put their ear near my mouth br Not even closing their nose br And listen to what I have to say br Everyone wants to be my grandchild br br Even those who don’t live in our village br Bow in front of me br As if I was the village chief br I don’t know if life can get better than this br But I still have major problems to solve br br How can I get back br My privacy that I have lost br I am not anymore able to be br By myself and I am not allow to refuse br Any food that is given to me by everybody br br Every single day as if br They were in some sort of br Food giving contest br Well… Anyway… br I am still very happy to be ageing… br br br br www.frederickyamusangie.org.