Ode to the mundu
Welcome, Stranger to our land of mundu and lungi
If you are a stranger in my town,
Don’t let your brow be marred by a frown
If you see men walking in skirts
With T or half or full sleeved shirts;
For skirts they are not, but wrap around
Mundus or lungis that are weather sound!
No confinement to free-flowing air
For hot summers, they’re a choice attire!
The bottom lifted, folded and tucked,
In the monsoons they don’t get mucked!
But before elders, ladies and as a sign of respect