By Badru Mulisike
You came from the land so near
When still young i remember you dear
Nakedly running all over your homestead like a deer
And you always loved to eat peer
But elders told you never to drink beer
Your feet were bare
You resembled a teddy bear
Your eyes filled with tears
When i brought you from village my dear
And i named you Kaye which means Messiah of my ears
To report to me whatever you hear
I showed the devils to tear
I told you the evils to gear
But the game of seasons
Came by no reasons
Shocks that choked
Baits that couldn’t wait
Hooks in books
They told me in bold
I begun feeling cold
I put all work on hold
As they protested
he is Dean of weevil, dean of weevil
I frankly asked
You Been weevil? You been weevil?
You exclaimed
No Bean weavil? No Bean weavil?
But i thought out loud
Why my harvest is full of BEAN WEEVILS??
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