Twilight

TWILIGHT The winds are still blowing It’s so cold inside. When will You come, Maïrama, fresh and hot With your light silk cloth, Pierced and transpiercing? The light with the coming twilight Is dying out while singing birds Are getting weary and weary. The night’s dripping black and It’s so thick inside. Who’ll Hold me tight and heat My crawling bones and blood While you’re away oft reading Oft serving some master? Think twice else life will be unfair, A heavy burden to overthrow. Douala, 2012 JAAFAR SADIG EL WAAD