I see a man on top of a mountain
His is contemplating on doing what is so obvious
A man hunted by his past
Not knowing about his future
He laments for washing his hands with spittle
While living on the bank of a river
A man who his fame would grow like a bush fire in the harmattan
I see a man biting the tip of his lips in disgust of his past
A man not wanting to live, a man tired of life
Djembe stop for a second.
Why take away this mystery, life?
Are you a fighter that we always see?
Or is it just a mask you wear?
If only the future could send you a mail
To see how great you’ll be
If only it can be revealed that your predicament now is just for a while
But joy comes in the morning
Why be jealous of those whose palm kernels why cracked by a benevolent spirit:
When a great story lies ahead of you.
The snails are weeping
The wailing of the Big Fives can be heard by all except you Djembe
The king of the jungle roars like never before
Plants of the forest are rallying around to hold an urgent meeting
All to see if Charlie man can give you a second chance at life
The sound of the ukulele can be heard
Like a horror movie it sends shivers down our spine.
A toad does not run in the daylight for nothing indeed wave seen
Djembe Savior of his race has been defeated by death
Lying on the floor like a helpless spinach on the plate to be devoured
I guess great men who are weak do not get second chances
Alas the fear of nature has come to fruition
A sheep has grown horns
A man has conceived a baby
Like the roots of the iyono lily
Djembe watches with bitterness at a great life he threw away
Now nothing can be done.Poor djembe
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