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THE JOURNEY OF THE MAGGI

Such a journey we had of it
traveling to welcome the new born King..
nay... journeying to receive the to be born new king
we were three of us the king, the beautiful princess of our people
and the brave prince of our people

the king at age thirty barely a man himself
the princess in her teenage she was barely twenty
and the boy prince straight from initiation to adulthood
we traveled on a short notice
debate on what to carry what to wear
what gifts to give

princess Maggie advocating for diapers..
the king advocating for gold
the boy prince only concerned with
his personal comforts..
the young boy wanted special safari boots
made of camels hair-
he finally agreed to go... after a promise
coming back we would find a Massai
herdsman who would make him the sandals....
Maggie chuckling and giggling for we all know..
the Massai are herders of cows...

these days were civilized folk
we took an aircraft to Tela-aviv....
after raiding the royal treasure house...
and carrying off an unspecified amount of gold
and silver... myhrr frankinces we don't poses..
and we booed the crazy lads idea...
that we carry wild flowers...



The good sky bird dropping us at tela-Aviv
the geography  eh..confusing to us strangers
people of a strange tongue.. king attempting
the language.. ended using gesticulations...
young prince nearly falling over himself-
at the thought that his daddy who claimed to be...
a master of latel the spoken word couldn't 
put across a message.. even gesticulate wise

choosing to travel by night after encounter with goons,
sleeping in snatches,a racoon belaying danger... old king claiming he 
saw the danger in a vision... racoon which is just a racoon
cold night being eaten by strange ice bugs...
father scolding boy for cuddling too close to the princess..
boy almost freezing to death intent on staying away from princess
father gilt ridden about it...
yet we arrived on time to welcome the unborn king

debate over who to offer what gifts
consensus.. we place all of them together
promise extracted that when the boy becomes of age
he would come and study at our village

on the way back ears grued to the radio...
listening for news from home..
wondering whether the war 
had already broken out
father and son strategizing war..


we arrive back home, gracious..
weren't we glad the war wasn't to be
the journey we kept to ourselves...
for you never disclose
a maggi events.. i do so now...
the time is rite..we spied the star of SERAH..
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