The Tribe(drama at the welcome
At the airport; ecstasies of joy, Deadly screams! Our son, of the soil has beaten the skies and arrived home, sound. The whole village, waiting.............. Oh! how handsome he has become: a pride of the land, full of the white man's learning. (the chauffeur drives him home) Time for speeches everyone is waiting; to hear from the beloved the village transformer! and then oo ooops! Look! our son is naked.. Did he forget the laws of the land?? Urrrh! he waves on jubilantly, un bothered, unchallenged! The elderly women scream look Nabende!, Hear us out (he is clad in torn silk jeans) torn and rugged! to the amazement of many, stylish to he alone! He is seen beyond the buttocks (Was this the white man's learning?) He picks the mic and in grave silence: Hey you niggas and bitches Jah bless ya'll Y'all dem looking gud in your pajamas Glad to jah for my fuckin return Y'ah this village's still beautiful with beautiful asses! Ya get me niggas! (the village elders turn to each other;they neither understand the words nor the actions) Jb Wisely Ug Dedicated to my tribesmen the Bamasaba, the tribe and its ways should not be forgotten.
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