Ikot Ansa Blues (To Bate Besong: The angry poet who died and left us in anger)

By Agbor R. Agbor

Ete Song Songooo!
Ete Songooo!
Would have been the shout
After the last tramentano
Alas!
Unbelievable!
But as Gregory Obenson
And as Ada Ugah
Great icons of their time
Son of Jacob power
Ah do not forget Lobe
Nor Udokpani, Afei-udomifiok, Adiasim

Black and White
These colours of doom
I last saw him clad
Three cheers for the DISGRACE
Three times three jeers for the dead
Ete nno me Okok
Ete nno me reasons
For this stubborn and heady
Turn towards an abortive Amerikana
Ah the old Fulbright mess
And the odd wahala indeed
    Mkpe tell us
    Mkpe tell Kristina
    Who is the winner?
    You or Death
    Ikot Ansa or Musolle II?