Memories
Dark is the night and full of terrors
The dark powers that leads to war
And the fireball is strangled beneath
the horizon
The universe slowly loses it’s
candescence
The sky is set aglow with dimmed
lights from littered stars
But the night-lamp gift to a world
so dark is Missing In Action and goes
without notice
In the ate the common room sit we
by the fireplace and watch the woods burn
to throw out sparks from flames so bright
That makes the eyes go blind
As we wait with arms round our
chest to receive Mbaapostoli yam
seedlings sent into the fire to roast
We baptize them in the oil to send
them on a long and twisted journey down our throats
We had listened more than a sum of units from years last
To the sound of crickets chirping in the bushes
And we had always liked the noise that
they made behind the huts in the holes
they bore in the soft earth
We often chased after fireflies as the night fell upon us
Under a sky lit by the night lamp
And held them between our fingers to light the way
But we stumble in the presence of darkness
For their light isn’t meant for eyes to see the way
The ivungu Owl now hoots a call in the forest
Deep, dark and fearful
Fear fans us cold and sets our unseated hearts knocking against our rib cages
We laugh at our shadows casted upon the mud walls behind
None in the world has such a big head but you
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