For Elangwe Ndingi
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
And imaginary underlings
That`s what I loathe most
But when it comes to candle light
And the wild roars of the deep blue sea
I surely gird my loins aright
And step into the arena.
Don`t we all love hoeing?
Or do you prefer David`s slings?
And those Achirimbi anemones about which you boast?
If you`re not ready for the fight
Then I`ll write to the Holy See
And request another dinghy by right
If you don`t like it, go to Ndjamena.