By Tikum Mbah Azonga
What should I do?
I’ve done everything possible
The curtains are drawn
The sails are out
And the vessel is cruising
Slowly, slowly but steadily.
Right here in the secretariat whose line I toe
There is neither junk nor rubble
Everything is ship shape and arable
And my greatest desire is not prawns but one prawn
With that, I can stand the bout
And stay away from ducks chuckling
That’s when my problems will disappear rapidly.