Yesterday I trekked to the market square. During my lonely trek I met old friends and distant relatives. As noted before, in Africa we place
Morning wakes with the sun Windy clouds, happy yawns Quiet town, down the hill Misty paths, birds sing With the forest’s inhabitantsTall palm trees stand
They say I love you, Yeah I do, I’m shameless about it, I’m weak to confront you, Your very appetites, As I find no alternative.