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MONKEY BUSINESS

A hunter stepped into a clearing
Found monkeys playing oyoyo
A family reunion to end a busy day

Hum – hum – hum, ‘one tell one’
The message of his presence went round
They jumped on the trees and ran away

The hunter, in exciting disappointment
Stood there, crafted a dangerous monkey plan
Mixed sugar with Ogogoro, gin brewed locally

And poured into a basin, the spirit elements
Of air, earth, fire and water, long distilled
Then tempted the monkeys to their follies

Hum – hum – hum, they came back, curious
To see a basin full of banana in sweet liquor
Which they devoured with inherited greed

The hunter strolled in to greet their sprawl
In stupefied state, they made no attempt to run
As he packed and stuffed them up in cages

When the spirit wore off and drunkenness gone
It dawned on them; freedom in the wild was lost
They have sold their ‘body and soul’ to the devil.

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for the entrapments of consumerism. As such it works elegantly.

Even if it isn't, it is a sad tale beautifully told.

cheers,
Jess
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and rightly put 'entrapment of consumerism'. We get sucked in by the things we fancy and most of the time, get hurt.

It might be interesting to note that some hunters around here also use this method to catch monkeys. Get bottles of dry gin in a basin, pour in a lot of sugar and drop some banana, you have your monkey.

It reminds me of my puppy, Henry, that sipped some beer and couldn't control the hind legs for some minutes. The dog hated the smell of beer from that day.

It is sad when we see how men and women have fallen from grace to grass by their choices of whom they befriend or marry. People get duped by attractive phantom business proposals. These people claim, they had spells cast on them. My analysis of their spurious claims points to the fact that they were caught by their own greed and not spells.

Thanks and best wishes.

tr

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