His hand talks a foreign language
only his chisel and axe understands
and turns wood into gold,
indeed, he is the village crafts-man.
His totem says it all, Ndou,
still guided by the great, great Vundandavhi
who whispers in his dreams,
crafting the unseen and the unknown.
I salute his bravery,
preserving the culture of his people,
custodian of them he became
and a great teacher of them all.
Singing and whistling a new song,
begging and talking to his log,
ancestral guidance shaping it,
look at the marimba and mbira he made.
The English Queen heard about him,
the German and French tourists witnessed it.