DIALOGUE:"WHEN I GET RICH" BY AJAKAYE AND PIDDO

Under the umbrella of minimal effort,

the cries of broken hopes

I shall hear and aid abundantly,

flooding protocols would run away.

When I get dangerously rich, like corrupt politicians,

I'll steal ironsheets offered to the helpless,

Then pledge drilling a borehole for each village household,

Clothe the poor in pure gold,  feed them on national cakes...

When I get awfully rich, 

I won't block my ears with stones at the helpless cries,

When I get deadly rich, Robinhood will be born in me again,

Santa Claus will resurrect into me, I swear.

When I get rich to death, 

I'll clothe myself with people, feel the warmth of their love; 

My teeth will sleep outside, my door will flood with visitors

(Though the generous are fed with syphilis!)

When I get rich,

I will kiss poverty and wealthiness,

they would be favorite neighbors,

under the favourable smoke of passion.

When I get rich,

the cloud shall cry upon soils and plants only,

never on the hungry heads of Mr. Poor,

for my nests would multiply for the homeless.

When I get rich,

around the shores of efforts

would be rolling shoes,

legs wouldn't be heavy after the beach experience.

When I get rich,

efforts and truthfulness would laugh

like the endlessness of waves,

so... Lord will make me rich.

I'll pull and give, like the money is bitter;

Like the rich pluck theirs from tree leaves

And not from the pockets of the poor!

My elephant heart will overflow with endless joys

I pity those who spit in my begging bowl while hurrying past it, 

I pity such rich men who are so poor that the only thing they have is money,

But when I get fatally rich, I assure you, I'll forget my promises,

And will do like politicians do, believe me you.

RASHIDAT OLAMIDAYO AJAKAYE

- Nigeria

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KABEDOOPONG PIDDO DDIBE'ST

- Uganda