the native laughed heartily
slapping his thighs as if beating a drum
his glossy ebony complexion radiant in the light
look my Omo Oba. he sputtered between peals of ringing laughter
them Wazungu speak so much mumbo jumbos don't they?
These wazungu care more about one dead elephant than they do
for a hundred black men.
why, he asked looking puzzled
surely they can't be scared of our big long spears
perhaps, they are, he added thoughtfully
they will speak all the mumbo jumbos on the continent
to prevent us showing our big long spears to the ladies
Adamu told me so!
He said the ladies love to see them and play with our weapons
you better keep quiet, I said
or they will bring anarchy to you
what is Anarchy he asked, still laughing
Its when mumbo jumbos fight with mumbo jumbos, I replied
I thought their mumbo jumbos is their poetry, he intoned
yeah, that too, I replied