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Once in the village of Daka in Burkina Faso,
Lived Koussé the incorrigible drunkard
Very popular was he that his presence was necessary
In all the ceremonies and feasts and meetings,
Wifeless and childless and houseless and penniless was he
But was feared and respected and admired by all.
He is sharp tongued and short tempered
And knows all the secret and history of everyone,
I shall never die till I’ve revealed all your abominations,
And witchcraft and adulterous acts! He’d say
Go away Koussé! You’ve drunk your brain
And chewed your sense!
Yes! I’ve nothing but my senseless boneless rotten baldhead.
He died one rainy midnight lonely and miserably
With a calabash full of alcohol beside his corpse,
Koussé is gone! Some shouted and danced;
All the hidden secrets and history and abominations
Still remains in the village of Daka up till this day.
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Categories:
houseless, africa, death, dedication,
Form: Elegy
LEISURE For EVER
LEISURE FOR EVER
FOR SOME IT’S JUST A POINT INVISIBLE FEEL
LEISURE FOR EVER
AS A TASK SUSPICIOUS SYMBOL
TRY TO WRITE AND APPEASE
PERCEIVE ANCESTORS IN GOOD TIME OF SOCIETY
YOU CAN’T GIVE UP JUST BECAUSE
IT LOOKS LIKE YOU LOOSING UP
NO NO NO NO
LEISURE FOR EVER
LYING DOWN ON HIS FLANK AS QUIET AS THE ASPHALT
LEISURE FOR EVER
NONE SAW HIS EYES HAD TURNED CRYSTAL
LOOKING FOR SAFER PLACE
IN STREET DIRT AND SICKNESS ARE AT THE RENDEZ-VOUS
LEISURE FOR EVER
FOR SOME IT’S JUST A STOP INVISIBLE RISK
LEISURE FOR EVER
BUT AS TRAPPED IN THE BURNING WRECK
TURNED ALONE WITH NO HOME
HOUSELESS ANCESTORS IN BAD TIME OF SOCIETY
Jezabel Kipp
Categories:
houseless, deathtime,
Form: Lyric