Sister sistah
i saw u last night
at the lobby of Hotel Residence Maisha
like a feather
caught in a windy night-sky
you glided in - elegant
hot as the Indian masala
my other eye ached in appreciation
as i envied the gent waiting at the lobby
to lead your delectable self
unto this expensive slaughterhouse
is it you i saw again this morning
by the humongous kingly gates, outside
standin
alone
and haggard
waiting for a ride?
good morning Sister sistah
aah!
ways of the night
ills of the dark
like the coming soccer finale
the night ..must've been taxing
like an over-trodden village path
You're no more the glorious beauty
and your eyes....
you must've cried a bit
tears of joy tears of pain
tears,
but tears the same
go home sister
go home sistah
for i too have a flight to catch
KQ will probably be late
but Libreville i must depart
i wanna go home
© February 2012
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