Bantu's Obituary
Years have come and gone
Since Big Bantu lay bedridden
After being brutally beaten like the bembe drum
It seems his world is done.
Bantu the man
Now lay helpless
In a forceful recess,
At the hands of the town mobs.
It has become the talk of the town
Of how Bantu was turned to a clown
As he groaned like a pig
From the blessing of cudgels
That descended upon his head and body.
What was Bantu’s crime?
That the people wanted him out of town
Could he have stolen the Olori’s gown-
Or the Oba’s precious crown?
We still do not know of his sin
But that he was a man feared by the people
And had boasted at the market place
That not a bullet could pierce through his skin
Bantu is not dead
But his obituary is already in town.
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