By Tikum Mbah Azonga
We heard the cry loud and clear
That's why all she did was stare
But when the landlord knocked hard
She accused him of being raving mad.
Copyright 2010
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mardi 24 août 2010
vendredi 23 juillet 2010
FORM AND SUBSTANCE
(For Dr. Ntumngia Z.)
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Don't hand it that way
I want it gift-wrapped
Think nothing of the paper
Anything will do
But when it comes to pulling the stops
Remember to start with Sarkozy.
Here the worst month is May
When sprouting plants are dappled
And four-footed mamals recall their maker
But if you want to just go with the flow
Then who will fill in the glotal stops?
Or should we head back to the Zambezi?
Copyright 2010
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Don't hand it that way
I want it gift-wrapped
Think nothing of the paper
Anything will do
But when it comes to pulling the stops
Remember to start with Sarkozy.
Here the worst month is May
When sprouting plants are dappled
And four-footed mamals recall their maker
But if you want to just go with the flow
Then who will fill in the glotal stops?
Or should we head back to the Zambezi?
Copyright 2010
A HEIGHT TOO LOW
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
I'll never bow to you
Why should I?
You're neither my God
Nor my mother.
Honestly, I think your place is in the loo
I fear the Almighty on high
All you care about is your smelling cod
So, why should anyone bother?
Copyright 2010
I'll never bow to you
Why should I?
You're neither my God
Nor my mother.
Honestly, I think your place is in the loo
I fear the Almighty on high
All you care about is your smelling cod
So, why should anyone bother?
Copyright 2010
mercredi 14 juillet 2010
ON THE TRACK OF CHRIST
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Substance is a relative term
For what it is to me
May not be the same to you
That`s why we place molecules
And atoms, all of them
In different categories.
Although you may consider me not firm
Remember I also pay my fee
Like you, I visit the loo
But sometimes I miss my cues
So, when next you`re in Bethlehem
Send me relics from Christ`s diaries.
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Substance is a relative term
For what it is to me
May not be the same to you
That`s why we place molecules
And atoms, all of them
In different categories.
Although you may consider me not firm
Remember I also pay my fee
Like you, I visit the loo
But sometimes I miss my cues
So, when next you`re in Bethlehem
Send me relics from Christ`s diaries.
Copyright 2010
jeudi 8 juillet 2010
THE WAY TO GLORY
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Your clock time is up
So, don`t bother
Down your ancient tools
And pack your worn out bags
Polythene, textile, plastic
Put all of them together
Lump them together.
I know you`re fired up
But not all burning coals smolder
For that is the preserve of fools
On your way, beware of makeshift gags
They turned Umaru Diko into plastics
The only place for salvation today is Bethlehem
It`s only there that you can live for ever.
Copyright 2010
Your clock time is up
So, don`t bother
Down your ancient tools
And pack your worn out bags
Polythene, textile, plastic
Put all of them together
Lump them together.
I know you`re fired up
But not all burning coals smolder
For that is the preserve of fools
On your way, beware of makeshift gags
They turned Umaru Diko into plastics
The only place for salvation today is Bethlehem
It`s only there that you can live for ever.
Copyright 2010
AN ERRAND FOR CHRIST
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Are you the errand girl?
Or are you just the mail runner?
Did you did your hand in the holy water well
Or were you only eager to receive Holy Communion?
Don`t imitate the priests
Do your own thing
The church is not a whirlwind in a twirl
It`s God`s fortress for the sinner
Or those who want to avoid hell
And for ever dwell in God`s dominion.
Stay close to your priests
They`re those in God`s chosen ring.
Copyright 2010
Are you the errand girl?
Or are you just the mail runner?
Did you did your hand in the holy water well
Or were you only eager to receive Holy Communion?
Don`t imitate the priests
Do your own thing
The church is not a whirlwind in a twirl
It`s God`s fortress for the sinner
Or those who want to avoid hell
And for ever dwell in God`s dominion.
Stay close to your priests
They`re those in God`s chosen ring.
Copyright 2010
jeudi 1 juillet 2010
TO WASHINGTON WITH LOVE
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Two wrongs don`t make a right
So the saying goes
Jut like two corners don`t make a goal
And Nigeria`s President Goodluck Jonathan knows that too well.
If you think the difference between Yaounde and Washington
Is like day and night
Then climb up the Statue of Liberty
And like the owner of the colt in the bible
Tell the world the master needs it.
Copyright 2010
Two wrongs don`t make a right
So the saying goes
Jut like two corners don`t make a goal
And Nigeria`s President Goodluck Jonathan knows that too well.
If you think the difference between Yaounde and Washington
Is like day and night
Then climb up the Statue of Liberty
And like the owner of the colt in the bible
Tell the world the master needs it.
Copyright 2010
samedi 10 avril 2010
MY SECOND BIRTH
For Lilian
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Why am I so sad
When everyone else around me makes merry?
Why do I shed tears when everyone else roars with laughter?
Am I so narrow minded?
Do I live in a world of my own?
Am I some race apart?
Do I forget no man is an island
And that each one is a link in God's chain of life?
Watch my lips
Here and now I make this solemn vow
Henceforth I'll be more cheerful than anyone else
I'll rise early in the morning, say my prayers
And when I go out, I'll give every one I meet a smile
And tell them what a wonderful night I've had
I'll tell them I've never felt any better
That I'm in robust health, fit as a fiddle
And ready to take on the world all alone
Then everyone will know that I've changed
I've turned over a new leaf
I'm no longer who I was
I'm a new person
I'm born again.
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Why am I so sad
When everyone else around me makes merry?
Why do I shed tears when everyone else roars with laughter?
Am I so narrow minded?
Do I live in a world of my own?
Am I some race apart?
Do I forget no man is an island
And that each one is a link in God's chain of life?
Watch my lips
Here and now I make this solemn vow
Henceforth I'll be more cheerful than anyone else
I'll rise early in the morning, say my prayers
And when I go out, I'll give every one I meet a smile
And tell them what a wonderful night I've had
I'll tell them I've never felt any better
That I'm in robust health, fit as a fiddle
And ready to take on the world all alone
Then everyone will know that I've changed
I've turned over a new leaf
I'm no longer who I was
I'm a new person
I'm born again.
THE ECONOMICS OF GOD
For Mambo
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Who really, is God?
Is he a trousered man?
Is he physical?
Or is he a spirit, invisible, untouchable?
Is he here with me in Baforchu today
Or is he in Bethlehem
Where Jesus was born?
Who is he?
What is he?
Where did he come from
Where is he
And where is he going?
I grapple with my doubt
Although I carry no pain
You may call me skeptical
Or even feeble
But I won't let uncertainty carry the day
As an economist, I readjust, I don't hem
Above all, I'm not on the run
So that if anyone is, I too can be
I am on my knee
In search of the holy key
But I beat no drum
And I fell no tree
So that when he speaks, I'll be sailing.
Copyright 2010
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Who really, is God?
Is he a trousered man?
Is he physical?
Or is he a spirit, invisible, untouchable?
Is he here with me in Baforchu today
Or is he in Bethlehem
Where Jesus was born?
Who is he?
What is he?
Where did he come from
Where is he
And where is he going?
I grapple with my doubt
Although I carry no pain
You may call me skeptical
Or even feeble
But I won't let uncertainty carry the day
As an economist, I readjust, I don't hem
Above all, I'm not on the run
So that if anyone is, I too can be
I am on my knee
In search of the holy key
But I beat no drum
And I fell no tree
So that when he speaks, I'll be sailing.
Copyright 2010
THE INVISIBLE FORCE
For Aban
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Isn't God powerful enough to end suffering?
Or is his omnipotence only a semblance?
Otherwise, why must mankind suffer thus
Everyday, everywhere and everybody?
And he watches, says nothing and does nothing?
But I know my God is overpowering and overarching
He made all the elements that are substance
Today, we weigh, mix, balance and analye without fuss
We combine genetics with biochemistry to make nobody somebody.
At any time, he can ask us what's in the offing.
Copyright 2010
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Isn't God powerful enough to end suffering?
Or is his omnipotence only a semblance?
Otherwise, why must mankind suffer thus
Everyday, everywhere and everybody?
And he watches, says nothing and does nothing?
But I know my God is overpowering and overarching
He made all the elements that are substance
Today, we weigh, mix, balance and analye without fuss
We combine genetics with biochemistry to make nobody somebody.
At any time, he can ask us what's in the offing.
Copyright 2010
dimanche 4 avril 2010
THE RENTED PLACE
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
I`ve been there before
There is an age-old corner store
Right behind the parson`s abode
Sour and drunk men
And stinking ditched women frequent it
I`ll go back there
That`s where I`ll live
Because I too came to save
Not to condemn.
Copyright 2010
I`ve been there before
There is an age-old corner store
Right behind the parson`s abode
Sour and drunk men
And stinking ditched women frequent it
I`ll go back there
That`s where I`ll live
Because I too came to save
Not to condemn.
Copyright 2010
mercredi 31 mars 2010
THE COLOUR OF GOD`S DOOR
For Catherine
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Nature will decide
While God concludes
Unable to count
We shall all be reduced to
Unlookers, silent observers, poorly painted demigods
And the microcosm
He in his infinite wisdom shall be the macrcosm
Omniscient, Omnipotent and omnipresent.
You commend my eloquence and say that is your pride
But then rhetoric should not serve as that which eludes
If anything, it should be like the mouth of the fount
That`s why when I`m likened to Catherine the Great or her credo
I think of pods and cods
But I wouldn`t dream of bringing in communism
In case people start talking of female chauvinism.
That`s why here where I am, I have for God reserved a present.
Copyright 2010
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Nature will decide
While God concludes
Unable to count
We shall all be reduced to
Unlookers, silent observers, poorly painted demigods
And the microcosm
He in his infinite wisdom shall be the macrcosm
Omniscient, Omnipotent and omnipresent.
You commend my eloquence and say that is your pride
But then rhetoric should not serve as that which eludes
If anything, it should be like the mouth of the fount
That`s why when I`m likened to Catherine the Great or her credo
I think of pods and cods
But I wouldn`t dream of bringing in communism
In case people start talking of female chauvinism.
That`s why here where I am, I have for God reserved a present.
Copyright 2010
lundi 29 mars 2010
MY HOME TRUTH
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
I hit the ball alright
It then hit the crossbar
And bounced back
I was suprised that the referee gave us a goal
Despite the justified protests of our opponents.
As a man of God, I could`t sit tight
I `m not made of rubber
And besides, I`m Black
I may not have carried coal
But the Almighty knows I`m one of his respondents.
Copyright 2010
I hit the ball alright
It then hit the crossbar
And bounced back
I was suprised that the referee gave us a goal
Despite the justified protests of our opponents.
As a man of God, I could`t sit tight
I `m not made of rubber
And besides, I`m Black
I may not have carried coal
But the Almighty knows I`m one of his respondents.
Copyright 2010
dimanche 21 mars 2010
THE MEETING POINT
(By Tikum Mbah Azonga)
We’re just from church
We always go there on Sundays
To congregate, to socialize
With like-minded persons.
Do we just lurch?
Or do we sit and contemplate God’s rays?
Anyway, we’re told if we want a prize
We must pass through the parsons.
Copyright 2010
We’re just from church
We always go there on Sundays
To congregate, to socialize
With like-minded persons.
Do we just lurch?
Or do we sit and contemplate God’s rays?
Anyway, we’re told if we want a prize
We must pass through the parsons.
Copyright 2010
vendredi 19 mars 2010
THE BLACK SPOT
(For Richard Njinkia Mofor, my secondary school classmate at Sacred Heart College in Bamenda, Cameroon. He was nicknamed `Tom Morgan`)
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
I have my blind spots
Who doesn`t?
Even Jesus lashed out with a whip
We saw him weep
Again, he fell
Not just once or twice
But thrice
So, who am I
Not to succumb?
Copyright 2010
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
I have my blind spots
Who doesn`t?
Even Jesus lashed out with a whip
We saw him weep
Again, he fell
Not just once or twice
But thrice
So, who am I
Not to succumb?
Copyright 2010
THE BISHOP`S LECTERN
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
I`ll ask the bishop
And ask him quickly
I won`t tell him my name
I`ll let him guess it
That`s if he can.
I won`t go to his drink shop
For fear of tripping on his whisky
That`s why I don`t care about fame
But if the candle is lit
I`ll run and fetch the Jerry can.
Copyright 2010
I`ll ask the bishop
And ask him quickly
I won`t tell him my name
I`ll let him guess it
That`s if he can.
I won`t go to his drink shop
For fear of tripping on his whisky
That`s why I don`t care about fame
But if the candle is lit
I`ll run and fetch the Jerry can.
Copyright 2010
mardi 16 mars 2010
RESPECT FOR THE RAND
(For Diffang Funge)
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
That’s the last one
But certainly not the last wand
So if there’s anything you suspect
Just lean over backwards
And let the sandwich woman pass.
Also, talk to the Holy One
And show him the new rand
But don’t talk to Diffang about respect
He will tell you about Meva’a Meboutou’s past pass.
Copyright 2010
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
That’s the last one
But certainly not the last wand
So if there’s anything you suspect
Just lean over backwards
And let the sandwich woman pass.
Also, talk to the Holy One
And show him the new rand
But don’t talk to Diffang about respect
He will tell you about Meva’a Meboutou’s past pass.
Copyright 2010
samedi 13 mars 2010
IN TIMES OF NEED
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
If you are weary, read the Bible
If you are tired, say a prayer
If you are lost, call the name ‘Jesus’
If you are bereaved, cry out ‘God, you are the greatest!’
Copyright 2010
If you are weary, read the Bible
If you are tired, say a prayer
If you are lost, call the name ‘Jesus’
If you are bereaved, cry out ‘God, you are the greatest!’
Copyright 2010
THE VOICE OF THE LORD
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
I may be down but I’m not out
So don’t cast lots over my garments
I may very well surprise you by bouncing back
So beware.
If you weren’t a tout
Why would you think of armaments
On the day the Lord preached the golden track?
How can you be so unaware?
Copyright 2010
I may be down but I’m not out
So don’t cast lots over my garments
I may very well surprise you by bouncing back
So beware.
If you weren’t a tout
Why would you think of armaments
On the day the Lord preached the golden track?
How can you be so unaware?
Copyright 2010
WHERE OUR BISHOP VOTES
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Did you tell the bishop
Or did you just moan about it?
Why do you think bishops carry the staff
If not for that purpose?
He doesn’t own a shop
God’s work is all he has for it
But he has a staff
And his purse is God’s purse.
Copyright 2010
Did you tell the bishop
Or did you just moan about it?
Why do you think bishops carry the staff
If not for that purpose?
He doesn’t own a shop
God’s work is all he has for it
But he has a staff
And his purse is God’s purse.
Copyright 2010
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