Far away from Africa, I heard he has arrived somewhere in Asia.
I heard he was a prince, whose crown had tentacles.

I heard the beauty of his tentacles will make you yearn to touch.
His fragrance could cause one to sneeze.
I heard his presence could take one's breath away.
I heard he toured homes, offices, markets and even schools only to take the breath of his hosts.

Then he continued to Europe for his tour where he swept even royals off their feet.
Then I heard the temperate African clouds could melt his crown.
Then I was told the black complexion and fierce looks of the African will shrink the tentacles of his crown.

Oh thou tyrant of a prince how did you sneak into our home?
How dare you prick us with your evil tentacles.
No , your crown of thorns have no place in our abode.
Your presence
suffocates.

With impunity you are snatching our joy and freedom.
With arrogance you have corrupted our culture, religion, education and all that gives us joy.
Indeed your presence suffocates

Your new rules and norms we abore.
How must we continue to greet our elders with our hands in our pockets, or kick our selves instead of shaking hands.
How can mother and child observe social distance?

I was told you have a crown yet I see biled thorns.
Bungarus multicintus how did you sneeked into our Africa and even the homes of our friends ?
With pain and hope in our hearts we shall fight and prevail and tell yet unborn generations of our golden crown and the Corona .