By Mathew Takwi
The entire nation quaked like the Buea Mountain,
To erupting sounds of a book launch: Disgrace
Obasinjom Warrior again to lash out oligarchs
Chief Masters of thievery and misrule
Worrying their tinted sleep and quiet fetid acts to change;
For in a dreadful drench we daily drip
A zombie his appearance to them really looked
A talkative whip his pen truly was
And abandoning his guests on their toes'
In a vibrant sweating amphitheatre;
Standing ovation of remembrance infinite
For launching Disgrace;
Echoed like the death of the last Kaizer
In quest of only permission to visit Uncle Sam
A General leading his troops in an arm oured tanker
Rendering guests orphans, agape with hands on heads;
You marshalled Hilarious Ambe, Kwasen Gwangwa'a
And Awoh Joseph your tanker driver,
On our glittering Douala-Yaounde lean lane to the ultimate:
Gliding lava from mountain top in a bash,
To Deep Ocean mutilating quick quench: Disgrace!
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