Chorus
She set the two buckets down with a force equal to one a heavy weight champion boxer used in striking a hated opponent in the first round. And as if on cue, her mother’s voice which sounded like a pair of cymbals on coke reverberated in her ears,“Kekeli? Are you stopping? Is there enough water for everyone in there? Don’t be so lazy!” Kekeli’s heart began to beat faster in solidarity with her anger. Lazy? After three trips to the well with two buckets?she was all about balance just then). Once again, her habit of being quick; she had run to the well each time, to get things done and over with had brought her more work with no thanks. Her lazy cousins had only poured water into the barrel once but she got called lazy for throwing in six buckets in the same amount of time. But looking around at the red and black canopies and the black clad people under them, this wasn’t the place or time to talk back to her mother or advocate the injustice of it all, so she took her two buck...
