mardi 22 décembre 2009


By Tikum Mbah Azonga

Christmas is here
And here with a bang
The streets here in Yaounde are jammed
And everyone is in a hurry
In a mad rush
It’s a race
A rat race
Some kind of race for time
But isn’t it just a few hundred kilometers to nowhere?

All the men dream of is beer
They tank it regardless of the big bang
That’s why daily we’re crammed
So we either unearth or we bury
The unlikely two will fight the thrush
Just because of this so-called modern craze
And just because everyone wants to save face
But then when the bells chime
Shall we remember that Christ is everywhere?

Copyright 2009

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