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17 Contrast The talk was empty In fact, barren, sterile We thought him petty But he believed us senile. Strategy (For my brother Eric Ngu Mokom, alias ERIMON) Be brave right to the end Don’t let them dent your honour Face them with fortitude, like Saddam That is when they’ll capitulate. Complicity Let us together rise Let us pull a fast one on the husband men Let me tend the shrine And you hide his horn When he comes out for a drink You will cry out ‘My Lord, the gods have decided otherwise No horn, no drink!’ Then will he die of thirst. ...

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