What has fate in store for me?
Riches, happiness and all the best?
Poverty, misery and all the worst?
I must now have my future unfolded.
To the astrologer, I found my way.
My birth date I told him, the stars he read.
“By Jove! You’re an Aquarian,” shouted he.
“Rejoice, for your future is really bright,”
In a Mallam’s hut, I soon found myself,
The Koran he read, the tusba he counted,
“Allahu-akbar!” he signed with joy.
Allah has given you a promising future”
Inside the spiritual church, I knelt in prayer
Holding the bible and kissing the cross,
Oh father in heaven the pastor finally said
Thanks for giving thy son such glorious future
Before a spiritualist my fourth pose I made
Libation he poured, with the dead hr spoke,
Your great, great grandfather, he told me.
Has promised you a splendid future,
In a fetish grove, I was made to prostrate,
The kola the priest cleaved, into my face he spat,
And consulting his Tigari, he whisked me and said,
Son, Nana Tigari promises you a joyous future,
Walking back home, I met a palmist,
My palm he held; at me, he stared
And drawing figures on the sand, he also said
Lucky soul, you have an enviable future
Expecting riches, happiness and all the best,
Why then should I sorrow and cry?
For indeed the fortune tellers have all confirmed.
That my future shall be bright.