By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Don`t sulk
Don`t pout
Smile
Better still, laugh
Make merry
Pray
And pray daily.
Copyright 2010
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samedi 30 octobre 2010
jeudi 14 octobre 2010
FIRE FROM A VALVE
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
I kicked the bucket
And enjoyed the splashed water
I saw it escape into the waiting valve
I didn`t greet the first passerby
For fear the stop gap measure might backfire
That`s why the yard boys didn`t sing
If only the firefighters knew
Where the real fire was
The world would be an entirely new place.
Copyright 2010
I kicked the bucket
And enjoyed the splashed water
I saw it escape into the waiting valve
I didn`t greet the first passerby
For fear the stop gap measure might backfire
That`s why the yard boys didn`t sing
If only the firefighters knew
Where the real fire was
The world would be an entirely new place.
Copyright 2010
vendredi 10 septembre 2010
THE ROAD TO THE AGENCY
For the large Mbu (Baforchu) community in Ndokoti
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Nothing is stymied yet
At least,not at Total Logbaba
Ndokoti comes after
Just before `Gare`.
When all is set
Stand back as if you were Ali Baba
During church service, go to the altar
But don`t return home with your car.
Copyright 2010
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Nothing is stymied yet
At least,not at Total Logbaba
Ndokoti comes after
Just before `Gare`.
When all is set
Stand back as if you were Ali Baba
During church service, go to the altar
But don`t return home with your car.
Copyright 2010
mardi 31 août 2010
PAYMENT OF DUES
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Have you paid your dues
Promptly and without regard for the sisal hemp?
When the handiwork master arrives
He is called Mr. Boniface
And he comes from Bui
When he comes and you start sneezing
He won`t believe you
No one will.
Copyright 2010
Have you paid your dues
Promptly and without regard for the sisal hemp?
When the handiwork master arrives
He is called Mr. Boniface
And he comes from Bui
When he comes and you start sneezing
He won`t believe you
No one will.
Copyright 2010
mardi 24 août 2010
MATCH WITHOUT CYRUS VANCE
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
We lost the match
Because we traded it in advance
Had we asked Cyrus Vance
He would have shown us the catch.
Copyright 2010
We lost the match
Because we traded it in advance
Had we asked Cyrus Vance
He would have shown us the catch.
Copyright 2010
mercredi 14 juillet 2010
THE BREAK OUT
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
We heard them scramble out and off
It was when the cock crowed twice
The sky was overcast
And bundled up in our cage we held our breath
Our voices drowned in the hissing of the crickets
Trees swayed and shook with the wind
Only the legendary peace plant stood in defiance.
We still alive, considered ourselves tough
As the unfortunate went away with their fat lies
We felt never before had the devil been so recast.
I remembered the day the French president ran out of breath
And the British premier mocked him about sour wickets
Now, I thought, I really must rescind
After all, the essence was what the Swiss call `confiance`.
Copyright 2010
We heard them scramble out and off
It was when the cock crowed twice
The sky was overcast
And bundled up in our cage we held our breath
Our voices drowned in the hissing of the crickets
Trees swayed and shook with the wind
Only the legendary peace plant stood in defiance.
We still alive, considered ourselves tough
As the unfortunate went away with their fat lies
We felt never before had the devil been so recast.
I remembered the day the French president ran out of breath
And the British premier mocked him about sour wickets
Now, I thought, I really must rescind
After all, the essence was what the Swiss call `confiance`.
Copyright 2010
jeudi 21 janvier 2010
THE NATIONAL SHAME
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Shame on us
Shame on us all
And our country
We lay eggs
And then in a volte face
We turn around and break them with impunity
And suck them with avidity
All of them
And all by ourselves.
Shame on us
We who bear much desired children
We feed them
We clothe them
And then we turn round and auction them
To the highest bidder.
Shame on us
We carry our country’s name
And pay it homage
Or perhaps lip service
But at the same time
We plunder it
We rape it
We betray it
We sell it
To the highest bidder.
Copyright 2010
Shame on us
Shame on us all
And our country
We lay eggs
And then in a volte face
We turn around and break them with impunity
And suck them with avidity
All of them
And all by ourselves.
Shame on us
We who bear much desired children
We feed them
We clothe them
And then we turn round and auction them
To the highest bidder.
Shame on us
We carry our country’s name
And pay it homage
Or perhaps lip service
But at the same time
We plunder it
We rape it
We betray it
We sell it
To the highest bidder.
Copyright 2010
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