I am she who lifts the mountains When she goes to hunt, Who wears mamba for a headband And a lion for a belt. Beware! I swallow elephants whole And pick my teeth with rhinoceros horns, I drink up rivers to get at the hippos. Let them hear my words! Nhamo is coming And her hunger is great. I am she who tosses trees Instead of spears. The ostrich is my pillow And the elephant is my footstool! I am Nhamo Who makes the river my highway And sends crocodiles scurrying into the reeds!
When things fall apart, the children of the land scurry and scatter like birds escaping a burning sky.
We're kind of scurrying around. It's very fluid. Certainly this has gotten all of the nursing home profession's attention after Katrina, and so everybody's making plans to evacuate. But there are a lot of difficulties on having enough resources for transportation.
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