I fondly remember my Jaja
That was loyal to me in all ways
And earned my respect
In all aspects
At seeing me taking
My gun, arrows, and cutlass
He began a growl in happiness
It is rare to see Jaja outclassed
I talked to my Jaja
As if I am talking to my friend
Oh, my companion that is always there for me
At the battle of waterloo, it met its end
I fondly remember my Jaja
That died after an attack by the wounded chimpanzee?
But still managed to tear off its side
The chimpanzee destroyed everything I held dear
I have lost a companion
That I constantly remembered
How we walked and talked
In the forest, my operation now encumbered
At times my wandering dog
Sniffled away chasing all sorts of animals
And I only had to whistle
If I thought its behavior was abnormal
Now it is gone
I am still alive
But not better than my Jaja
Willy-nilly we shall meet in the hive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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