BALLOON OF FAME (Poetry)

Holding on a vertical stretch

In creative writing 'n literature

Silent, but born exactly in my nature

Being unheard

And unsupported

For being African

Yet Gambian

I entangled left 'n right

Turned olding days to new years

Old writings in to modern African literature

Like a blown balloon

Sighting a new crescent from afar

The 22nd Century not far

I felt a tremor of an appraisal wave

Swollen in new African valves, rotten with dignity

Dribbling with my senses whether to laugh or cry

I remained constant:

As the wind of death blows intermittently

When my comrades who were always invincible

Shaded tears of joyous-sadness

For mourning Chinua Achebe

Celebrating Wole Sonyinka 'n Chimamanda Ngozi Adechie

For the first time in my entire life

I wish to live long to witness

The clap of my heart

Congratulating African hard work

For the age of new technology in literature

Death is but must!

Will I live to witness this glory I labored for?

In pain 'n sweat

Alone 'n in underestimation

In hunger 'n poverty

My eyes swum with tears of sorrow

 To the depth of my happy ocean 

I sank in the rivulets of dejected honor

Swimming in success, yet unsuccessful

 In the ocean of education, but uneducated

Reaching the rim of the world 

But still in Africa

On a cross highway, next to a round-about

I became a robot

My legs got frozen against my wishes

The yellow color on a traffic light

 Held my muscles 'n plight

My strength became the green-light for my passage

Upon reaching the stairs

Stairs of my sweat but not sweating

I felt that one blood of a person

 Can be a poison to another

Many have been denied by my intelligence to clap for

The amount of food a farmer eats is what he grew

As the microphone prostrated before me

Tears burned in my eyes

My voice betrayed my lips for hearing a crack in my speech

My eyes beamed before my audience

Love engulf my elbow

Speaking next to my neighbour

Weakness told me don't speak

Literature said: 'write'

I became noble in the ribs of nobility

For being alive but will die

 But wish to witness

The new West African writer 

To win the Nobel Prize for Literature 

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