I fell headlong for you
Your saintly face goaded me to sing
Your seminary days lured me
Your snippets of my language at dawn caught me
I matured on the wings of your new deal
But you betrayed me too soon
What happened to the ring binding us?
The “united” in our names?
I obeyed you as my lord
I draped you in clothes of hue
I made my house home
And called you “fon of fons”
Everything of mine became yours
The nectar from my tea leaves
The pods from my cocoa
The coffee from my farms
I let you swim in my sea,
And bared open my diamonds.
You anchored at my harbor.
What else was I supposed to do?
Like your true love I stayed
Wide eyed waiting for you
No airports lead you to me
No roads can bring you home
But I sang *dimabola
Hoping for sunrise at dusk
Now decisions excite me
And my future bugs me
Can you meet me at the **M bridge?
*popular church song in Cameroon adapted for use in political rallies
**Moungo Bridge which serves as a boundary between English and French speaking Cameroon
Aunty Joyce this is lovely and quite touching.
Posted by: Syl Anim | August 28, 2009 at 12:04 AM
Well, I hope God intervenes to save us from "our King". Thanks Sylvie.
Posted by: twitter.com/Joyceash | November 03, 2009 at 10:35 PM