The National Poetry Contest was now down to the last two contestants; a Yale graduate and a Jamaican Rasta man. They were given a word and were allowed two minutes to study the word and come up with a poem that contained the word.
The word they were given was “ Timbuktu ”.
First to recite his poem was the Yale graduate. He stepped to the microphone and said:
“Slowly across the desert sand,
trekked a lonely caravan;
Men on camels…two by two;
their destination? Timbuktu."
A big applause went up! No way could the Rasta man top that, they thought.
The Rasta man calmly made his way to the microphone and recited:
“Me and Tim, went on de road,
three thief stop wi, an want wi load.
They were three and we were two
So I bucked one and Timbuktu."
The crowd went wild!!
The Rasta man won. Of course!!
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RandomDis fulla tingz weh Jamaican do, seh and just how we stay. Full a one bag a joke too. Yuh affi be a true Jamaican fi handastan. Written in Jamaica Creole / patois.
