Today just like in 1985, while still young,
I remembered the easiest way,
To deal with your spouse,
Please pause,
Before we dispose…
I visited the local witch
,
With my cousin in the lead,
And learnt the ways of the witch..
The poor witch,
His belly,
Billowing broad…
Now, start,
Get the
crocodiles teeth
,
Grind it,
And mix the powder in a steel tin,
Then get the geckos
urine,
And mix it with the cockroach’s
poo,
To give you the concoction,
Then boil the whole and lot,
By the steam,
With ganja leaves
in the mix,
Add ten spoon fulls of monkey sweat,
So it appears and tastes sweet,
Remember to add in a hyenas tear,
So you tear them apart…
And oh my, the hippocampus mucus,
When it is water drunk,
Finally, the drum beats of Mpungu,
The man who died drumming,
For what he never knew!
RIP Mpungu, you never knew,
What lay ahead…..
You need the lions’
mane,
To burn it by the river dry stone,
Then the porcupines’
quills,
All smoked dry,
Capture their ash,
Before 4am,
When the moon is not behind the clouds..
Throw, yourself, in the hot fire
,
Then wait until it’s burnt out…
When all that is done,
You have bewildered,
And bewitched your spouse,
S/he is finished,
After you are finished..
See you there,
When you get there…
Like Kafiti the Village Wag
ON THE PULPIT