An interesting melody. There was once a man who said to his wife Liti late one night: "Liti, let me go and I will show you my garden." But it was dark and she could see nothing until they got to the place and there she saw not crops but many old people ghosts and wizards. Ah, she said, you do not show me your crops but your grave yard among the tall trees. So they returned home and the next morning she said she could no longer stay with a husband who did that kid of thing to her. She wanted a true marriage. A strange story. "Liti, nkhakuronga ciwera nkhakurongo ciwera Liti angunena ku Masamo. Liti, madoda ngakhurukana madoda ngachulukana, Him, "Liti, ket me go and show you my garden." Her, when he said his "garden" he really meant "the grav...