Temajung michael tanjang Poems

A swarm of mosquitoes there was
Of different ethnic origin, language and culture.
Aedes, anopheles, culex and others
Some fragile, some agile and some avaricious,
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His glow saw Africans in mirth
His spry saw Africans in expectations
He was indeed Zeus
And Africa was in destitute of Zeus for her ego
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Standing for them, myself I see
Oblivious of that, for me they feel
Why sweat for them?
Consanguinity is wanting
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There was never a land sweeter than Bamenda
Nor a land so full of honey: Buea
Full of a consanguineous race
A people garnished by love and commensurateness
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My brother sees me as his enemy
And his enemy, a friend
In desperation, am stuck
For to flee, there is no end
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she screamed and shouted
But i did not nudge.
She hollered and moaned
But again, my door, i did not touch.
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Home » AM PROUD OF WHO I AM
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It was during pa Joe’s funeral that we met:
My ex and I.
I had just graced my seventeenth calender;
And many a lass fell for my good looks
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Pharaoh Tutankhamun graced the Egyptian throne,
A negro, brisk and spry.
From his majestical hands, dangled a scepter
And on his handsome head, sat a crown.
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It was in the days of Farhan
that death took the form of a man
and before your knell did toll
death usually gave you a call
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