By Tikum Mbah Azonga
I`m not Akoh the stick man
At least not your foreman
I may be the last wine tapper to sing
But if you press the sour grapes
They will spurt vinaigre cakes.
I`ve never turned back ham
Even when they came from Brahman
What I fear most is the deadly sting
Because it turns men into unwilling apes
With their next destination being the dark lakes.