samedi 10 avril 2010


For Yvonne

By Tikum Mbah Azonga

It's my mother's place
Not mine
I'm just a passerby
With my folded umbrella
A bottle of water
My bible, tooth brush and tooth paste.

I'm also in the race
With my mum here and the gifted nine
Everyday I go to bed with a lullaby
Whether in mum's medicine store or in Douala
Whenever I have the baton but no wafer
I know it's time to make haste.

Copyright 2010

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