The Wig

There was once a handsome boy,
Who liked the company of girls,
He fought to win them all.
He met a gleaming beauty one day:
"I'll win this buxom lady."
He said confidently to himself;
He approached and found the going hard,
He encouraged himself ---"I'll try hard."
Trial after trial, he failed to win.
"What! I'll see a fetish priest!
I'll need his mighty help."

The third day he went off.
"Do your best to pull out some of her hair,
Bring it and she'll be yours for ever,"
Said the proud fetish priest.
"This I can easily do, " said the boy.
He persuaded the girl to a dance,
They drank and drank a lot,
And danced and danced the night.
He pulled out the hair at last,
Pocketed it and felt glad in the heart.
They ended their dance and off they went
To their individual homes.
The hair reached the priest:
"Go home, the girl comes to you soon,
Sleep and she will knock at your door,
Trust me,"
Said the fetish priest.

 The handsome boy quickly ran home,
Sleeping with open ears.
A mango dropped and he opened the door;
Disappointed, he went back to pretend;
The wind blew and the door was opened;
Alas! sadly  he went back to think.
Soon there was a hard knock,
The door flew ajar;
A big black male sheep on hind legs
With twisted horns looked through;
So stupefied was the boy
That before he had time to recover
The ram was already butting.
The handsome boy cried for help
As the butting continued.
People came to find him unconscious,
The big black male sheep vanished
At the sight of the people.
Next day, the boy recovered and
He went to the priest of fetish
"Why in the place of a girl,
Did you send a sheep to butt me?"
The priest replied,
"You brought the hair of a sheep."
The glittering hair was a wig!
                                                                     PETER K. ATTIPOE