Black Magic

by samuel   Jun 1, 2005


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.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Robie Lincer

    Another nice poem of juju