Kangou

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!