Above all other roles and personalities I may play and possess,
I am first and foremost a Kuman Ambai by blood and earth
The words I speak, the way I speak them and
How I want my words to influence others
Amount to the Kuman Ideology.
Every word and action is either an idiom, a meme,
A metaphor, and at other times, a personification
Served in every line of a short dialogue
Sarcasm and satire are served by bucket loads.
And no, it is not for the fun of it. It is just how it is.
By blood and earth, I am a Kuman Ambai,
I can never tell someone who has displeased me
That I do not appreciate their actions or words.
I can only vent my frustrations at another Kuman near me
In the presence of those who have displeased me.
My hope it that the message carries through
Ah! Some instances tell me my ploy has not turned out well.
They keep on displeasing me.
I am a Kuman Ambai by blood and earth,
I cannot speak or immerse in matters of the heart
Alas! I am scared of feeling guilty for no reason and
Bringing blood to my face.
A family member's stupidity is my lesson to learn.
The trouble maker may be absent,
And still the tongue-lashing will happen.
The "We" language is mantra. It is most important.
There is no I, he, she, or they.
Kuman by blood, wrought on earth,
Woe to her who forgets
That uncles are her protectors when conflicts arise.
They will either curse her or bless her.
So she must borne the burden of entertaining their whims
Like the blue moon,
She only finds one in thirty or so of their requests, genuine.
Parents cannot stress further how important
Their brothers are in the children's lives.
And children need not look far for examples of what not to be.
White earth under her finger nails and Kuman on her tongue,
A customary marriage would appease the ancestors, and
Bring good fortune to her house.
May the tribesman eat some pork fat and drink some local brew.
May the aunts wear new sandals and meri blouses.
May the old men wear cowboy hats and crocodile belts.
May the mothers put shiny oil on her skin
For the whole community to see;
Their daughter is being wedded off to another tribe.
Many titles and personalities,
But the Kuman Ambai stands tall, and stands out.
She does not exist on her own or for herself.
She is for the people and with the people she must remain.
Before words part her lips,
She must search deep within for the right ones to use
When she listens, she must decipher the tune and the tone,
And pick up the unspoken paragraphs within two sentences.
Her story is not of her own victories.
Her victories are for her Kuman People.