lundi 9 août 2010


By Tikum Mbah Azonga

He was our beacon of hope
A wonderful child to have
Our eyes were always on him
He was also so handsome
With girls throwing themselves at his feet
Ako was our treasure, our all.

I saw him go out with a rope
I knew he could not starve
He had no more vim
He was never quarrelsome
But when I went to fetch him to come and eat
The rope was around his neck. What a fall!

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