The black one is squatting-the red one is licking
his bottom.
(Cooking-pot and fire)
Two tiny birds jump over two hundred trees.
(Eyes)
The mourner has stopped weeping.
The pitying friend is still crying.
(Rain and the dripping leaves after rain)
A round calabash amongst the spear-grass.
(Moon and Stars)
We invited him to come and warm himself in the
sun–he came.
But when we asked him to take his bath, he said
that his death has come.
(Salt)
Yoruba
