Once upon a time, in a world where even the sunrise had a sense of humour, a jester woke up one morning with a belly full of trouble. This trickster, whom we'll call "Mr. Mischief Ananse," had spent the night wrestling with his own digestive demons and decided to share the unpleasant content of his chamberpot with the world.

He proclaimed that the beloved "Kasongo" song, our anthem of joy and merriment, had nothing to do with our revered Warthog. Oh, the audacity! As our elders would say, "He who digs a grave for his enemy might as well dig two."

Mr. Ananse spun a yarn about a man named Kasongo who left his family to explore the world of sidechicks, and now his wife was begging him to return. What a killjoy!

As the saying goes, "A man who marries a beautiful woman and a man who marries an ugly woman both suffer; one from jealousy, the other from disgust." But in this case, it seems Kasongo just couldn't handle his blessings.

But we, the people of good cheer, will not let this party pooper rain on our parade. As they say, "You cannot stop the river from flowing by throwing stones into it." And so, our joy and laughter continue to flow like the mighty Congo River.

Now, let me share some thoughts that have been stirring in my own pot, not the chamber type:

Firstly, I must confess, I'm not from the DRC, but every time I hear the "Kasongo" song, all I can think about is that V16 turbo cylinder. Nobody can convince me that this song belongs to anyone but the one and only Kasongo, the Warthog extraordinaire!

As the proverb goes, "A wise man hears one word and understands two." The power of the Hog knows no borders!

And another thing, who exactly crowned the Lion the king of the jungle? I'm starting to question that title because, in some videos, other animals are fighting back and giving the lion a run for its money. The lion ends up suffering more than the prey.

The "Kasongo" song is now forever linked to the warthog, and it perfectly captures the thrill of watching these epic showdowns. As they say, "The lizard that jumped from the high iroko tree to the ground said he would praise himself if no one else did."

Moreover, I find myself wondering, is Kasongo from the DRC? Or does he represent the entire continent of Africa?

I recognize Kasongo as the King and my sovereign leader, not just of Africa but of the whole world. Can someone please enlighten me on where Kasongo was originally born before he was crowned the King of the Savannah and the jungles?

I am honoured to be one of his loyal subjects and respect his power, whether he is a President, King, or Prime Minister to all. As the saying goes, "A single stick may smoke, but it will not burn."

So there you have it, folks!

The "Kasongo" song remains a beloved anthem, and no amount of constipated confusion will change that.

Whether you're thinking of turbo cylinders, questioning the lion's rule, or pledging allegiance to the Warthog King, one thing is clear: the spirit of Kasongo lives on!

Long live the Warthog King! Mbona weeeewo!

After all, as our elders would say, "The dance of the warthog is not for the faint-hearted."

Let's raise a calabash of palm wine to Kasongo, the true King of the Savanna, and let the good times roll.

And to Mr. Mischief Ananse who tried to spoil our fun, remember this: "The one who throws the stone forgets; the one who is hit remembers." Our joy and laughter will continue to echo across the land, from the savannah to the jungle, and no amount of nonsense can change that.

Once upon a time began this tale, and with laughter and cheer, it shall never end.