I bought one, just one
From Marche Mokolo
It wasn’t from Wainama
Or the Mankon Food market
Or even the Muea market.

No, it came from Small Mokolo
It came clad in its own borrowed garments
Sealed with the thumb print of God’s holy hand
It came already gift-wrapped and approved
All I had to do was receive.

But as soon as I touched it, it changed its colour
Like the legendary chameleon
Then I heard a distinct guttural voice from inside
“Are you Cameroon is voting on the 30th of September?”
Before could answer, the voice dared me:
“So who do you think will win?”
“Who will win?” asked I in return
“Either God or the devil of course!”


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