I stood at the edge of exhaustion
quietly sipping my cup of palmwine
when I saw Sabri,
frazzled but unyielding in her soft scrubs,
our eyes locked for a brief moment
In her gaze were buckets of hope
Oh! Bijou of destiny!!
maiden of Pointe-Noire!!!
you ignited the embers
She was going to touch me
but I was jolted from reverie
when Uhuru my noisy neighbour
spilled some palmwine on my face
though upset, I licked the sweetness off my lips
with the composure of a fulfilled nonagenarian
and smiled as I saw once again, the torch of our futures
glittering like fire beneath a kettle
Her name, all carved in flames of gold...Kangou!
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