I was taught the following poem by the decorated Malawian poet, Prof. Felix Mnthali, during my first undergraduate year. I still remember the poem pleasantly. Mnthali taught the poem with a naughty smile. It’s easy to understand why.
You see that Benz sitting at the rich’s end ?
Ha! That motoka is motoka
It belongs to the Minister for Fairness
Who yesterday was loaded with a doctorate
At Makarere with whisky and I don’t know what
Plus I hear the literate thighs of an undergraduate.
You see those market women gaping their mouths ?
The glory of its inside has robbed them of words,
I tell you the feather seats the gold steering
The tv the radio station the gear!
He can converse with all the world’s presidents
While driving in the back seat with his darly
Between his legs with the driver seeing a thing!
ha! ha! ha!
Look at the driver chasing the children away
They want to see the pistol in the door pocket
Or the button that lets out bullets
from the machine
Through the eyes of the car
Let’s not talk about it.
But I tell you that motoka can run
It sails like a lyato, speeds like a swallow
And doesn’t know anyone stupid on its way
The other day I heard –
But look at its behind, that mother of twins!
A-ah! That motoka is motoka
You just wait, I’ll tell you more
But let me first sell my tomatoes.
(Theo Luzuka, edited by Wole Soyinka, African Writers Series, Heinemann)