By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Lecturers didn`t
Only students did
So when we came to the Cape of Good Hope
Everyone was accused of dope.
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lundi 31 janvier 2011
mercredi 5 janvier 2011
BROTHER NORBERT AND I
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
This is a reaction to a post on SHESA GOLD.
The reference I have just read about Br. Norbert is very heartwarming to me. Br. Norbert touched my heart when I was in Form Two. After spending Form I in St, Andrew`s Dormitory, I along with other Form One class mates moved to Main Dormitory St. John`s Dormitory.
And it came to pass that one night while were all in class for prep, thieves visited some dormitories. After picking up various items from some of the other dormitories, the men of the underworld deemed it necessary to use my suitcase as the container for their booty. They went away with every single item that was in my suitcase. I was aghast when I returned to the dormitory and found that my box had gone.
It turned out that I was not the only victim. The following morning the Principal, Br. John Phillips instructed Bro. Douglas to take us to the police station so that we could give statements. It turned out that the ringleader was a Shesan who had dropped out some years previously and now returned through the backdoor. As soon as we arrived at the station and he was brought out, he recognized one of the victims, Fabian Suh Fomanji and said to him, "Fabian, how now?" , and Fabian responded, "Fine."
Bro. Norbert was so moved by what had happened to me that he promised my family he would buy me a different suit case. And he did.
However, I wasn`t particularly close to him because I wasn`t good at sports. But I was quite close to Bro. John Phillips because I was good at French and he taught French. I suppose this is how I was able to even the score and balance the equation. I am sure that later the principal was personally instrumental in my being appointed Assistant House Captain for St Johns and Class Prefect for Form Two B when we moved from Form 4 to 5.
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This is a reaction to a post on SHESA GOLD.
The reference I have just read about Br. Norbert is very heartwarming to me. Br. Norbert touched my heart when I was in Form Two. After spending Form I in St, Andrew`s Dormitory, I along with other Form One class mates moved to Main Dormitory St. John`s Dormitory.
And it came to pass that one night while were all in class for prep, thieves visited some dormitories. After picking up various items from some of the other dormitories, the men of the underworld deemed it necessary to use my suitcase as the container for their booty. They went away with every single item that was in my suitcase. I was aghast when I returned to the dormitory and found that my box had gone.
It turned out that I was not the only victim. The following morning the Principal, Br. John Phillips instructed Bro. Douglas to take us to the police station so that we could give statements. It turned out that the ringleader was a Shesan who had dropped out some years previously and now returned through the backdoor. As soon as we arrived at the station and he was brought out, he recognized one of the victims, Fabian Suh Fomanji and said to him, "Fabian, how now?" , and Fabian responded, "Fine."
Bro. Norbert was so moved by what had happened to me that he promised my family he would buy me a different suit case. And he did.
However, I wasn`t particularly close to him because I wasn`t good at sports. But I was quite close to Bro. John Phillips because I was good at French and he taught French. I suppose this is how I was able to even the score and balance the equation. I am sure that later the principal was personally instrumental in my being appointed Assistant House Captain for St Johns and Class Prefect for Form Two B when we moved from Form 4 to 5.
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jeudi 11 novembre 2010
WHAT I EAT
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
I buy a lot of roast plantain
And I eat a lot of garlic onion
But when it comes to singing in the rain
I long for the holy dominion.
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I buy a lot of roast plantain
And I eat a lot of garlic onion
But when it comes to singing in the rain
I long for the holy dominion.
Copyright 2010
lundi 1 novembre 2010
TESTING TIME
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
He read it aloud
Loud and clear
Some heard it and retained it
Some heard it and forgot it
Others didn`t hear it at all
When the time came
Only those who passed
Were promoted to the next class
The others stayed back
And started all over
From scratch
They went back to Square One.
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He read it aloud
Loud and clear
Some heard it and retained it
Some heard it and forgot it
Others didn`t hear it at all
When the time came
Only those who passed
Were promoted to the next class
The others stayed back
And started all over
From scratch
They went back to Square One.
Copyright 2010
jeudi 28 octobre 2010
THE BALANCE SHEET
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Sweet sounds
Sweet sea urchins
Sour grapes
Sour stops
That`s the balance sheet.
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Sweet sounds
Sweet sea urchins
Sour grapes
Sour stops
That`s the balance sheet.
Copyright 2010
lundi 20 septembre 2010
WROUGHT IRON OF BALI
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
The die is cast
And the entire caste is dire
But we boys of Bali aren`t cast iron
We`re wrought iron, if anything.
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The die is cast
And the entire caste is dire
But we boys of Bali aren`t cast iron
We`re wrought iron, if anything.
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samedi 18 septembre 2010
UNSADDLED HORSES
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Hot with rage
He blew out the candles
When he sent for the saddles
He realized they were still in the cage.
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Hot with rage
He blew out the candles
When he sent for the saddles
He realized they were still in the cage.
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mardi 7 septembre 2010
ANATOMICAL BRACES
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Braces are certainly not for the old
They’re for women with milk teeth
So whatever it is you were told
Forget about Pa Njong’s Form 3 phloem and pith.
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Braces are certainly not for the old
They’re for women with milk teeth
So whatever it is you were told
Forget about Pa Njong’s Form 3 phloem and pith.
Copyright 2010
dimanche 5 septembre 2010
CHAPLAINS AT SACRED HEART COLLEGE
By tikum Mbah Azonga
Our good old chaplain didn’t own a horn
But he was called Mac Mahon
A British man all over
He was proud, snobbish and arrogant
Standoffish, unapproachable and highly critical.
Sometimes he was for me a thorn
But he also shared fun
He was knowledgeable, thorough and clever
Yes, but why were his GCE scores so stagnant
Until Father Terry came and made them more topical?
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Our good old chaplain didn’t own a horn
But he was called Mac Mahon
A British man all over
He was proud, snobbish and arrogant
Standoffish, unapproachable and highly critical.
Sometimes he was for me a thorn
But he also shared fun
He was knowledgeable, thorough and clever
Yes, but why were his GCE scores so stagnant
Until Father Terry came and made them more topical?
Copyright 2010
mardi 31 août 2010
VINES AND REES FOR FEES
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Slowly but steadily
He read his Vines and Rees
But he did so stubbornly
Because he hadn`t paid his fees.
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Slowly but steadily
He read his Vines and Rees
But he did so stubbornly
Because he hadn`t paid his fees.
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TILLEY TALK BY THE TWOSOME
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
How did you manage it
All alone?
Were you coerced
Or were you blidfolded?
How about the loose ends?
Who cut them?
Was it Ngwanya or Chefor?
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How did you manage it
All alone?
Were you coerced
Or were you blidfolded?
How about the loose ends?
Who cut them?
Was it Ngwanya or Chefor?
Copyright 2010
mercredi 7 juillet 2010
WRONG END OF THE STICK
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.
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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.
Copyright 2010
lundi 15 mars 2010
SINGING ON THE SAME SPOT
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Don`t bother
Don`t even think about it
I`m not just imitating Brother Joseph in my class
Although I also called him Njoh
I am making a point
A strong point about Benson burners
Dissected frogs
Peering students
Reprimanded prefects
Sedimentary rock samples
Iron filings
Anopheles mosquitoes
Limps of rotten mushrooms
Sprouting hibiscus flowers
And golden rings
Pulled from pigs` nostrils.
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Don`t bother
Don`t even think about it
I`m not just imitating Brother Joseph in my class
Although I also called him Njoh
I am making a point
A strong point about Benson burners
Dissected frogs
Peering students
Reprimanded prefects
Sedimentary rock samples
Iron filings
Anopheles mosquitoes
Limps of rotten mushrooms
Sprouting hibiscus flowers
And golden rings
Pulled from pigs` nostrils.
Copyright 2010
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