Flame your fire, puncture the tyres The wheels now screech to tires. Chale man taya! Yes, we hired the abajo and played the xylophones with the Frenchmen The pito intoxicated our souls to satire Agr) ne f)m the aged speak of a wisdom from above. Maybe Olorun has His own seat carved somewhere between their drunken breaths. Those days when piloloo was an epic and broomsticks were our toothpicks, Hahaha We sometimes would take a few peeks at the maidens whence they shake their fleshy backpacks to Mzbel's I be 16 years and toy up rather hard beings in our shorts while our minds forget that we were once hunting for sticks in the earth. Now the kokonsa spirits break into whispers. Eii, see these devios with different kinds of mixtures! You see, I wrestled last with a cock who was a friend of a bull. He had high hopes of a bullock security But only ended up in my soup of carcasses- a cock and a bull story, I must say. You see, I wrestled with a monkey on m...