mercredi 14 avril 2010


(For the scholarly Scholar)

By Tikum Mbah Azonga

Thanks for the meal
It’s nothing short of a solemn seal
It may have nothing to do with fortune’s wheel
But for God’s sake, it’s not unreal.

That moment will remain indelible
I sat next to you at last! How incredible!
I got drawn into your angelic eyes like in some fable
My little heart pounded and made me feel feeble.

Ever since I left your darling
I’ve got in trouble with my whole being
How can I thus revel while sinking?
Dear, living without you is simply another way of dying.

Copyright 2010

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