Tony Ogunlowo

Pidgin Prose: When Bible big pass juju!

Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live (Ex.22: 18) .

When Bible big pass juju!
All dat family dem,
all dem witches,
and dem bad medicine
no big pass my Bible
and me!

I take my Bible like sword
and fight dem,
I strong!

Come see David fight Goliah,
I dey inside de lions den
they do medicine
for me
my Bible send am back!

They do medicine
make I be craze man
My Bible
clear my head!

They do medicine
to make me kaput
My Bible
e push death away!

They do medicine
to make policeman catch me
My Bible send him waka di other way!

They do medicine
to destroy my life
My Bible
im clear my way!

and all dem dirty god
dem dey worship,
and all di ting dem dey sacrifice
no fit fight
and my Bible.

Submitted: Sunday, November 17, 2013
Edited: Monday, November 18, 2013
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