By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Your is a cut above the rest
That`s why it`s the best
But when you reach the crest
It will be at my behest.
Copyright 2010
samedi 27 novembre 2010
THE MILKY GLARE
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
This is not the Milky Way
That`s why it`s the best
But when you reach the crest
It will be at my behest.
Copyright 2010
This is not the Milky Way
That`s why it`s the best
But when you reach the crest
It will be at my behest.
Copyright 2010
CHAMPIONS WITHOUT A PODIUM
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
We`re the champions
Not because we carried the day
But because the day carried us
When we`re called up to the podium
Will there be room for everyone
Or will the surface be too small for our numbers?
Copyright 2010
We`re the champions
Not because we carried the day
But because the day carried us
When we`re called up to the podium
Will there be room for everyone
Or will the surface be too small for our numbers?
Copyright 2010
THE MISSED LINKS
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
I know the rest
Even if I don`t know the best
In a country like this where everyone drinks
What can you do when the boss loses his links?
Copyright 2010
I know the rest
Even if I don`t know the best
In a country like this where everyone drinks
What can you do when the boss loses his links?
Copyright 2010
TEST FLIGHT
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
The roller skaters are gone
They sped past ages ago
With their shirt tails flying
And their velvet canvass shoes glistening in the sun
Like the oiled skin of the Negro woman
We didn`t ask why
But we knew their Cossacks were in tact
Tomorrow when the legion commander asks
We`ll stick out our tongues for him to see.
Copyright 2010
samedi 20 novembre 2010
THE CHAIRMAN AND HIS VANGUARDS
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
The vanguards are out
Out with impunity and a vengeance in all their spendour
Each carries a policeman`s baton
They come forth with a common goal
To make the chairman
And not unmake him
To unearth him
And not bury him
They`re armed to the teeth for the bout
Despite their abject innocence and apparent candour
Although they`ve never been to Clapton
That`s because they carry a common goal
And like a single man
They want to achieve it with no whim
They won`t even for a kingdom re-baptize their boss, "Tim"
Neither will they offer him a mere Sim
That`s why today they`ve sworn they`ll make Paul Biya fear him
Copyright 2010
The vanguards are out
Out with impunity and a vengeance in all their spendour
Each carries a policeman`s baton
They come forth with a common goal
To make the chairman
And not unmake him
To unearth him
And not bury him
They`re armed to the teeth for the bout
Despite their abject innocence and apparent candour
Although they`ve never been to Clapton
That`s because they carry a common goal
And like a single man
They want to achieve it with no whim
They won`t even for a kingdom re-baptize their boss, "Tim"
Neither will they offer him a mere Sim
That`s why today they`ve sworn they`ll make Paul Biya fear him
Copyright 2010
vendredi 19 novembre 2010
THE DOG STORY
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
I didn`t tell him anything
I`m not a sell-out
So if you think your crosses have remained unanswered
Then ask the village dog
He knows best.
Copyright 2010
I didn`t tell him anything
I`m not a sell-out
So if you think your crosses have remained unanswered
Then ask the village dog
He knows best.
Copyright 2010
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