The Troubles Of Nicholas Abercombie Poem by Hannington Mumo

Long before the colonialist came
With a club and a Bible to tame,
Came one Nicholas Abercombie,
Upon his chest a cross of fashioned tree
On which he said the Savior died,
And could Africans seek His love;
The mercies of God above?

But when he reached the land of Kenya
With a red-bearded junior,
The primitive souls who knew this treachery before
Met him as an unfortunate foe;
They slayed his red and bubbling throat
For they deemed him a sign of drought;
And when his companion this misery saw,
He knew it's his turn for woe
And fled in a rickety boat
Before he could be by heathens fought.

The mutilated corpse was fed to the dogs
As prescribed by the wizard of Blongs,
Thus ending the troubles of Nicholas Abercombie;
For that was what granny told me
When I was a little child
Before I began to graze in the wild.