By Tikum Mbah Azonga
He clapped each time I spoke
Goldfish twisting and algae weeping
Over there, drowsy looking seals mocking us
For once, I felt I was, guess who?
Another Mobutu in the making.
At the eleventh hour when day broke
And new born babies were still sleeping
He picked up his pocket-size radio and without fuss
He stepped out and ordered dinner for the new
That’s why all alone, I stand here chaffing.