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We heard it over the radio 

We heard it over the radio and I don’t know if it’s true
It was today at the gathering by the village square
The chief had just bought new batteries so everyone was there
The newsman sounded excited as he spelled out his story
He said a son of the soil is now the paramount chief of America
America, that land of the white man who once called us monkeys
And now I hear a monkey reigns over them

I recall it wasn’t April first so the chances were high
So high that the elders were summoned to look into the issue
For if the crown was for one of our soil then who were we to still toil
As the elders met we sat by the oracle and waited
Offering our obese goats and hailing our fore fathers
For now a born of their line had the world by its horn

When the elders emerged it was smiles instead of wrinkles
Mzee Ojok’s land was to house the village rice milling plant
The sons of Labeja would widen the village paths for tarmacking
Schoolteacher Okello would write the congratulatory letter
And remind him to start work as soon as possible

Fathers were to send virgin beauties for our new heroes’ bride
The choice of course would be his when he landed the iron bird
But for the first night, Chief Ocuc was giving up his own bed and wife
For whoever the gods choose, we their subjects must worship 

Within one week all was set, new drums curved and songs proposed
Lands had been cleared and roads all trimmed
Mothers ceased weaving and busied grooming daughters

Eight years already and this son of Obama is not yet here
Yet today, the newsman said his reign is coming to an end

The elders believe its because the gods are angry with him.

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