A new village and a new life

By Loreen P. Ala

‘Where has old Saranabuga gone?* Sighs my grandfather.

Where there had been no Corrugated iron roofs, and brick walls, But only the tagures * with Their bare earth inside which Meant home to the old and Young people of Saranabuga. ‘Who will wear mats and learn the custom dances?’ ‘No no, no, not // say the young. ‘A mini skirt and a short dress is mine.

And dancing to a guitar is mine.

This is the new generation * A tagure is a traditional thatched house.