Words are Weariness

He had not known any enemies, that was what he thought of himself. It had taken him so long to acquire one, a formidable one at that. However, that this enemy would be a snake was , in a way, some kind of a let down. It had taken 6 months for Mwangi to understand the deviousness of his foe. One evening as he was herding his flock of hens into their pen, he saw two eggs lying afield uncollected. He went about closing the pen nevertheless and retired for the night, thinking that he would make amends first thing the next morning. Mwangi could not find the eggs the next day. When he asked Emily, she said she was nowhere near the hens. His inquiries in the nearby huts likewise drew a blank. After four market-days had elapsed, the same thing happened again. It had drizzled that day. The movement of the snake had left a clear imprint on the soil. He knew at once that it was the work of a snake. He immediately decided to kill it to avenge his loss. It did not behove hi