Tuesday, January 22, 2019

The New Libation



Our ancestors
Misled to mislead
Ndi nduhie
Come, taste the frothing fire
A shot of 501 in Alomo

When you taste more
You could get drunk
To barb our heads with blades of broken bottle

And so here, taste just a drop
It is too early
To get tipsy over experience

Don't ask for a cow
You never reared any
Never had  an AK-47 but a catapult

If we kill a cow for you
The bank account of an enemy swells
If we kill a cow for you
Night continues as day

If we don't give you a cow
You would kill your only son
Waging this war from Heaven or hellfire?

If we give you a cow
You can't even eat its shit
Kinsmen must fight over the meat:
Who is junior and who is senior!
Those only spared by AK-47

So, you see, a cow for the spirits is a war is a war!

By

Obododimma Oha.
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