Njaanuary

In Sheshe Village, where sherehe winds blow,

December arrives, yet cabbage lies low.

Ignored by the dwellers, their focus elsewhere,

On festive pursuits, not a leaf they spare.

But January dawns with a change in the air,

Cabbage becomes their obsession, so rare.

Embraced like a lover, in kitchens it sizzles,

From neglect in December to January drizzles.

Crunchy and green, a vegetable delight,

Sheshe Village transforms in the cold, clear night.

Cabbage, once forgotten, now reigns supreme,

In January's embrace, a culinary dream.