By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Oh! Don’t call me deceitful
I’m also not playing for time
Why should I?
The facts are clear
And God is my witness
So it’s not you I fear.
To my eternal Lord I’m grateful
So why should I lie to you
Mortal man?
I’m not a Pharisee
So don’t tag me thus
Please, withdraw your statement.
Copyright 2010
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jeudi 5 août 2010
dimanche 1 août 2010
THE LUCKLESS ONE
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
I`ve told you he`s not in
So, why waste your time?
Haven`t you got anything else to do?
Or are you only thinking of your rotten yams?
What if the landowner suddenly returns
And demands the licence fee?
Do you know you look like a fish without a fin
And a monk without a dime?
When the rains come, what shall you do?
Shall you hold a retreat at STAMS?
Or shall you just sit there and watch as Cameroon burns?
At such times, will you even think of the Holy See?
Copyright 2010
I`ve told you he`s not in
So, why waste your time?
Haven`t you got anything else to do?
Or are you only thinking of your rotten yams?
What if the landowner suddenly returns
And demands the licence fee?
Do you know you look like a fish without a fin
And a monk without a dime?
When the rains come, what shall you do?
Shall you hold a retreat at STAMS?
Or shall you just sit there and watch as Cameroon burns?
At such times, will you even think of the Holy See?
Copyright 2010
BUSH MORNING
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Mournful is this morning
The red, red roses have drooped
The white lilies have withered
The fleeting ants have stalled
And their files have been distorted
All the heavenly birds have shut up
And the music of the air is snuffed out.
Our bishop is astounded
The prefect, overwhelmed
The pastor, flabbergasted
And the Lord Mayor, flushed
For is this some conspiracy?
Why shut all the taps at the same time?
Is it a way of cutting off the human race?
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Mournful is this morning
The red, red roses have drooped
The white lilies have withered
The fleeting ants have stalled
And their files have been distorted
All the heavenly birds have shut up
And the music of the air is snuffed out.
Our bishop is astounded
The prefect, overwhelmed
The pastor, flabbergasted
And the Lord Mayor, flushed
For is this some conspiracy?
Why shut all the taps at the same time?
Is it a way of cutting off the human race?
Copyright 2010
DIM THE LIGHTS
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
It’s not the church presbytery
It’s the Deputy’s secretary
But since two wrongs don’t make a right
Why, for God’s sake, start a fight?
Copyright 2010
It’s not the church presbytery
It’s the Deputy’s secretary
But since two wrongs don’t make a right
Why, for God’s sake, start a fight?
Copyright 2010
samedi 2 janvier 2010
GOD MY FORTRESS AND MY REFUGE
(For Colette)
God at work
Not just at work, but mightily at work
For he is a mighty God in deed
We all are his day-old chicks
He broods over us and keeps us out of harm’s way
His works are legion and absolute
For he is a good God
A father who has more to offer
Than any child can ever ask for
A father who is more willing to give
Than any child is prepared to ask.
God at work, I tell you, my friend
God at work all the time
All the time, God at work
He alone has stood the test of time
Because he is the alpha and the omega.
Before life was, he is
He is the word that was in the beginning
He is the way, the life and the truth
Nothing is born until he so decrees
Nothing lives until he so decides
Nothing dies until he so ordains.
So if he is for us, who can be against us?
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FOOTNOTE
This poem was written today, the 2nd of January 2010, here in Buea where I live and work.It was inspired by the inscription, "GOD AT WORK" which I spotted on a passing young lady`s Tee-shirt. I stopped her and asked her whether she was a christian and a believer, to which she responded in the affirmative. I then told her I would write a poem for her beginning with that phrase. This is it.
copyright 2010
God at work
Not just at work, but mightily at work
For he is a mighty God in deed
We all are his day-old chicks
He broods over us and keeps us out of harm’s way
His works are legion and absolute
For he is a good God
A father who has more to offer
Than any child can ever ask for
A father who is more willing to give
Than any child is prepared to ask.
God at work, I tell you, my friend
God at work all the time
All the time, God at work
He alone has stood the test of time
Because he is the alpha and the omega.
Before life was, he is
He is the word that was in the beginning
He is the way, the life and the truth
Nothing is born until he so decrees
Nothing lives until he so decides
Nothing dies until he so ordains.
So if he is for us, who can be against us?
______________________________________
FOOTNOTE
This poem was written today, the 2nd of January 2010, here in Buea where I live and work.It was inspired by the inscription, "GOD AT WORK" which I spotted on a passing young lady`s Tee-shirt. I stopped her and asked her whether she was a christian and a believer, to which she responded in the affirmative. I then told her I would write a poem for her beginning with that phrase. This is it.
copyright 2010
mercredi 30 décembre 2009
THE LEFT HANDED CHILD
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
I am a left hander and I admit it
Freely, democratically and willingly
Without coercion or duress or peer pressure
I didn’t beg for it, neither did I buy it
God made it so and he knows why
In his infinite wisdom.
But what haven’t I suffered from mankind
Insults, beatings, torture, persecution and execution
For no crime other than that I used what God gave
Who is man to question God?
How can a root question the top of the tree?
Copyright 2009
I am a left hander and I admit it
Freely, democratically and willingly
Without coercion or duress or peer pressure
I didn’t beg for it, neither did I buy it
God made it so and he knows why
In his infinite wisdom.
But what haven’t I suffered from mankind
Insults, beatings, torture, persecution and execution
For no crime other than that I used what God gave
Who is man to question God?
How can a root question the top of the tree?
Copyright 2009
MY BOOK OF PSALMS
(For Emmanuel, the able Assistant of the Presbyterian Church in Cameroon Education Secretary)
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
I have talked about kindness
But not secrecy
I have written about freedom
But not neglect
I have read about husbandmen
But not sour vineyards.
Today the virtue I seek most to harness
Is walking in the footsteps of the Lord`s advocacy
Because what I seek is his kingdom
As an education staff, he to me is the only one to elect
Because he died for all men
So, why can`t we be his life guards?
copyright 2009
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
I have talked about kindness
But not secrecy
I have written about freedom
But not neglect
I have read about husbandmen
But not sour vineyards.
Today the virtue I seek most to harness
Is walking in the footsteps of the Lord`s advocacy
Because what I seek is his kingdom
As an education staff, he to me is the only one to elect
Because he died for all men
So, why can`t we be his life guards?
copyright 2009
mardi 22 décembre 2009
NATIVITY TIME FEVER
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Christmas is here
And here with a bang
The streets here in Yaounde are jammed
And everyone is in a hurry
In a mad rush
It’s a race
A rat race
Some kind of race for time
But isn’t it just a few hundred kilometers to nowhere?
All the men dream of is beer
They tank it regardless of the big bang
That’s why daily we’re crammed
So we either unearth or we bury
The unlikely two will fight the thrush
Just because of this so-called modern craze
And just because everyone wants to save face
But then when the bells chime
Shall we remember that Christ is everywhere?
Copyright 2009
Christmas is here
And here with a bang
The streets here in Yaounde are jammed
And everyone is in a hurry
In a mad rush
It’s a race
A rat race
Some kind of race for time
But isn’t it just a few hundred kilometers to nowhere?
All the men dream of is beer
They tank it regardless of the big bang
That’s why daily we’re crammed
So we either unearth or we bury
The unlikely two will fight the thrush
Just because of this so-called modern craze
And just because everyone wants to save face
But then when the bells chime
Shall we remember that Christ is everywhere?
Copyright 2009
EYEBALL-TO-EYEBALL
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
I don’t like winged animals
They’re too petty for me
They sniff at the wrong times
And snore when they don’t have to
Their hair is always messy and disheveled
They are unkempt and unshaven
And carry about red roundish eyeballs in the wrong sockets
They do that all the time
That’s why my parish priest at Bolifamba is fond of saying
The Lord is good all the time
All the time the Lord is good.
Copyright 2009
I don’t like winged animals
They’re too petty for me
They sniff at the wrong times
And snore when they don’t have to
Their hair is always messy and disheveled
They are unkempt and unshaven
And carry about red roundish eyeballs in the wrong sockets
They do that all the time
That’s why my parish priest at Bolifamba is fond of saying
The Lord is good all the time
All the time the Lord is good.
Copyright 2009
dimanche 20 décembre 2009
MY OWN WISH
(For Patricia)
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
If I could see you again
If only I could see you again
And hear your voice once more
Then I'd not die again
I'd live for ever more
That's my most fervent wish
My most ardent prayer.
You may think I'm vain
But what do I stand to gain
Unless I rise and come to the fore
As Vice Principal, I'm quite sane
But never will I gore
If anything, I'll fish
So that in the end I can be God's key player.
copyright 2009
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
If I could see you again
If only I could see you again
And hear your voice once more
Then I'd not die again
I'd live for ever more
That's my most fervent wish
My most ardent prayer.
You may think I'm vain
But what do I stand to gain
Unless I rise and come to the fore
As Vice Principal, I'm quite sane
But never will I gore
If anything, I'll fish
So that in the end I can be God's key player.
copyright 2009
THE TWO-LETTER WORD
(For Felicia)
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Thank you
Or as we say in Baforchu, "miyaka"
That's all I can say for now
This life is so full of surprises
I can't tell what next I'll meet on the way
That's why it's never good to say,"never"
For who knows what the next minute holds in store
Except God, of course
The omnipresent, the omniscient, the omnipotent.
Let's then rise and sing the song for two
Whether we're in New York or Muyuka
Let's each make a solemn vow
That henceforth we'll dump our vices
And for the Almighty alone, make hay
Let's not pretend to be clever
I know my cat's pore
As a journalist and Capricorn, I strive to stay the course
That's why in the end when I depart God will be present.
copyright 2009
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Thank you
Or as we say in Baforchu, "miyaka"
That's all I can say for now
This life is so full of surprises
I can't tell what next I'll meet on the way
That's why it's never good to say,"never"
For who knows what the next minute holds in store
Except God, of course
The omnipresent, the omniscient, the omnipotent.
Let's then rise and sing the song for two
Whether we're in New York or Muyuka
Let's each make a solemn vow
That henceforth we'll dump our vices
And for the Almighty alone, make hay
Let's not pretend to be clever
I know my cat's pore
As a journalist and Capricorn, I strive to stay the course
That's why in the end when I depart God will be present.
copyright 2009
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