THE WORLD AS MY OYSTER

By Tikum Mbah Azonga

I’ll get it

And soon too

No summits are too high for me

And no depths too profound for me

That’s why I’ll get it

I can get what I want

When I want

So don’t waste your precious barricades

Above all, if you ask me

Save your breath for your porridge.

I may not be in the cockpit

But neither am I in the loo

I can hum like the king bee

And rattle like the venomous snake of Bakingili

But make no mistake; I’ll get it

Once off on a limb, I never recant

Like the Lioness, I can very well rant

So if you prefer the ace of spades

Remember that pride goes before a fall

Which is why Eve left the hoe on the ridge.

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