While the dog guarded the home and the cow provided milk, the rooster seemed useless. The neighbors mocked him. "Jogoo dhaifu!" (Weak rooster!) they jeered. All he did was flap his dusty wings and crow at odd hours.
As Kiza approached Mama Shani’s hut, the scrawny rooster puffed out his chest. Instead of a normal "Kukuruku," he let out a thunderous crow that shook the earth. With each crow, the rooster grew larger. His comb turned into a blazing flame, illuminating the entire village. hadithi ya jogoo wa ajabu
Only the rooster remained.
On the third crow, the rooster leaped into the air and pecked the Mzimu directly in the eyes. The spirit of darkness shrieked and dissolved into the morning mist. While the dog guarded the home and the