A PLACE FOR THREE

By Tikum Mbah Azonga

I’ve got a secret place
It’s somewhere up there
It’s awash with milk and honey
And has in waiting, a thousand servants
It’s not about snakes and ladders
It’s about you and me.

It’s not about a race
No, it’s a question of allaying fear
To go there you don’t need money
But you’ll need all your aunts
Let me be your pathfinder
I’ll build a tent for three.

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