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by samuel Jun 1, 2005 category : Life, society / about society
Black magic can tame a warrior Make him break his spear Carry the loin cloth on his head And run like Ele The one and then the other The other and then the one You sleep but never wake Spirits welcome you on the other side Make you settle down Like a wayfarer The one and then the other the other and then the one You are pregnant and think it a son But soon you bear a tuber That rival in the market caused it She buried something in your stall The one and then the other The other and then the one Your breasts seem full of milk But the suckling babe Tastes only tar It must be juju The one and then the other The other and then the one Your son was well yesterday Today he has the sleeping sickness Recall the old woman's hateful stare She gave him something while he slept The one and then the other The other and then the one You once had a store where you sold yams A fire came from nowhere And burnt it up The one and then the other the other and then the one Your wife gives you pottage You smack your lips Soon your stool is tap water Your intestines are in your hands The one and then the other The other and then the one They planted a cock's crest In your back garden You stepped in and had legs Swelling like the elephant's The one and then the other The other and then the one It is juju doing all these things Your enemies have remembered you Call a pastor presently So you may remember them back The one and then the other The other and then the one.
by Robie Lincer
Another nice poem of juju