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!
Nancy FarmerThe other girls in the village never felt restless. Nhamo was like a pot of boiling water. 'I want...I want...,' she whispered to herself, but she didn't know what she wanted and she had no idea how to find it.
Nancy FarmerPeopleโs souls are like gardens. You canโt turn your back on someone because his gardenโs full of weeds. You have to give him water and lots of sunshine.
Nancy FarmerBut I also know that to ignore joy while it lasts, in favor of lamenting one's fate, is a great crime.
Nancy Farmer