Through the torrents

Through the remains of the torrents

She went,

Long before I found her

A baby’s eyes shining bright

Covered by a single cloth

That held it across her loins

Full of understanding at its age

Towards the legs

whose feet have been painted in golden mud

18/9/2014

I laugh it away

Even in what I am going through

I laugh hahaha

Even in my predicament

I laugh

Even in this pain

I hahaha

17/9/2014

Blow me a whistle

A strong blow of a whistle

Fell into the mouth of the calm air

And I turned and gazed

To know from whence it came

A woman’s whistle like a man

Cutting deep like a knife

Through the abyss of a tuber of cassava

15/9/2014