“It must be triplets,” shouted Zakueeua, squinting at the swollen teats of the black and white cow. Kambangane’s cow paraded its pipe-thick teats as it entered the bush-fenced kraal.
“I wish hyenas had minced the calves,” said Zakueeua, as Kambangane flicked through his evil thoughts, as if they were rain-soaked pages.
“This cow’s skin will be your coffin,” said Zakueeua, picturing his best enemy inside a ghost abandoned grave. Since then, he chatted in a practical joke; Kambangane only clenched his fists and chewed his bottom lip.
Soon Kambangane grabbed an enamel bucket and swung a halter around the cow’s legs. Later, he grinned as the milk sprayed on his face.Afterwards, he sipped the lukewarm milk and rinsed his face with the white water. “The poor will shower with cow’s poo,” Kambangane said, winking at Zakueeua, who was toying with the cow’s tail.
Suddenly, the cow showered Zakueeua’s torn shirt with gooey poo and then flogged him with its whip-like tail.
Later, Kambangane spilt the foamy milk on the thirsty sand, while Zakueeua rubbed his repeated hunger pangs.
“Where’s the calf?” asked Zakueeua, peeling his dry lips. The silly question nauseated Kambangane, and he vomited liters of milk.Then Zakueeua’s hens squawked the whereabouts of the calf but, Kambangane insulted the chickens to go feed on hyenas’ chalk-colored droppings.
“Is the calf missing?” said Kambangane, consulting a black lizard basking on a milk-white rock. The dark as the night lizard nodded and then jumped on Zakueeua’s lap.
Then suddenly, Kambangane’s cow mooed:
“My cow’s sniffing your spinach-crowded kraal!” said Kambangane, sticking his milk-dyed tongue at Zakueeua’s face.He lifted the thorny bush gate and the cow meandered toward Zakueeua’s hut, which was the size of a bird’s nest. Soon they tracked the hoofmarks until Zakueeua’s kraal, which had become a playground for squirrels.
In a twist, Zakueeua’s white sheep had lambed a black lamb, and the ewe was missing. Strangely, the cow motherly walked over to the shaking lamb; licked and suckled it with gallons of buttery milk.
The duo cupped their mouths, while swearing at each other for practicing charms.
Soon they exchanged kid-glove fists and their squabbles drew a crowd of churchgoers. However, the crowd spewed slimy mucus on their faces after spotting a cow suckling a lamb.
“What’s the meaning of this?” said Kanairombe, shielding her ashy face from the mumbling crowd. First, she consulted a broomstick-waving man and then shuffled her feet towards a bone-tossing healer.
Finally, a blue overall man escorted the puzzled villagers to a den of wild dogs. There, the white-tipped tail dogs had eaten the twin calves of Kambangane’s cow and had preyed on Zakueeua’s ewe.
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