OF OUR GOD AND HIS MULTIPLE CIRCLES

By Tikum Mbah Azonga

Is our God`s pure unalloyed sun round or square?
And is its axis a trough or a paradigm?
Do you think my questions absurd?
Or do you think I`m just another Cameroonian gone cynical?

I once saw a one of us at Trafalgar Square
Although he chanted a humdrum phrase without a nominal syntagm
He swore by Douglas Hurd
And averred only God in his infinite wisdom could be so sharply
unheard.

Copyright 2010

HERE WHERE I STAND

(For Lombe)

By Tikum Mbah Azonga

I’m imperfect
And I’m not afraid to say so
Why should I be?
That’s why I’d shout it from the roof tops
At any time I’d proclaim it loud and clear
And not hesitate to make it known to the world
The whole wide universe
I know myself
And I know my shadow
But it won’t stand in my way
It won’t take me hostage
Never.

I was once a prefect
And although I had friend and foe
I never blamed the three
Some have put me on Top of the Pops
And claimed that I am the best face Mother Nature could ever wear
But being only daddy’s girl eager to read the word
I have also never put my gears in reverse
As an Aries I don’t hide in my shelf
No, I jump out, pick up my arrow and bow
And waiting for the most charming day in May
I switch on the machine at high voltage
After that, all alone, I sail down the river.

Copyright 2010