The Mid-night Dream ( A Poem)

At 3 a.m.,

Monday mid-night

While half sleepy and awake

I saw a woman in my dream

Fetching water from my stream

Quaking in her shoes

Hair rounded my toes

Sitting beside me

Just so close to me

Touching my head

Alive and dead

I got more aware of the year

Of her origin from nearby

She saw the happiness in my heart

Tearing an intellectual me in a hearth

Wearing my heart on my sleeve

Like a new fashion called MLvee.

I need a bite out of your apple, like Adam and Eve

This love, I owe thou, you must receive

For long,

I've been young and strong

Trusted, loved, and plagued

To ants who don't know my value

Took me for granted

Forgiving them my talent to be graded

Marked them my students in a test

For thinking, they'd best

Finding and never found

Wrong pairs I did bound

I can't find the heart in sweetheart

SWEETIE my HEART

Listen let me explain

A poetry text so plain

I'm misunderstood?

For years I stood,

By the woman of betray-

Gave her my heart on a tray

She traded me so low

Mixed with sunlight and snow

At the market of lies

To lizards and flies

Artificially learned men

Thugs of omen

Who ain't on a letter of the alphabet in my book club

Ignorant men who the only cub

That lass is last

Because I broke her deal at last

Need raw flurries to fructose

Energize me with your glucose

I'm crazy for you like a crazy-glue

This feeling I felt for you is so damn true

Sweet like a piece of cake

I'm now alerted and awake

Sugary like an angelic sugarcane

Jonny and John McCain,

You can't walk in my shoe

This garden needs a hoe

The black god to the church

Sang a choir of my punch

Love me and I'll love you more

Hate me and I'll show you hatred

Woman of my dream,

Rub me off your body cream

Lips like the Gospel of Mathew

Eyes like Suratul Nisa

I'm laying in the grave

My knowledge is natural and brave

Aiming at your smile

Piercing across the Nile

Are you willing to sacrifice your life?

To be my DARLING wife

I'm living in the future so my present is my past

Phrases and clauses at last

Let these doubters ask the climbers

Where the top lays in the chambers

There, I'm sitting rotten with health

Come raped my wealth

Defile my chest

For being single and zest

Unhuman and inhuman

For us the humans

I am incessantly willing

Of course, not, not joking

I fathom your heart

For  the wisdom, I'd craft

Be the snake of my human

First Lady, you to be your man

Only your finger fits my ring

She doesn't know why I gave her a thing

Which itself made her who she's

That unintelligent mind who speak me

Come, my dream woman--

Let the dream continue;

Come, bite my lips 

Chew me on the mouth

Eat me raw

Lean me against the wall

The verdure of love cost my eyes

Dying to tell you you're nice

Light is striking twice in this place

Red-blues, the height of this race,

She thinks I'm bordered

No, I'm even bored.

So, I pick a piece of song

To correct her wrong

Www.YouTube.com

Just type this it will come

Listen to Big Sean, "I Don't F**k With You"

So I don't f**k with you

Including you and all haters you

Talk bad about me if you wish

For the good I did for you, that all saw in bish

If you understand, Modou Lamin Sowe is Modou Lamin Age-Almusaf Sowe

And Modou Lamin Age-Almusaf Sowe is Modou Lamin Sowe

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CHANSON DES CHANSONS (Un poème) A Poem

Chante le méconnu, blowed!
 Crier la guitare de Bombino
Dansons Niger Mali Yero
Frappez le marteau, gong!
Rime les riddims de Niamey:
 Ding,
Dang,
Dung.
 Bague, ML sonne la cloche, Se cramponner!
Le roi des stylos
Oeufs d'incubation des poules
 Encre du puits
 Terre de sagesse
 Fraternité, travail et progrès
Orange, Blanc et Vert
 Hausa, Djarma, Peul et Touareg


La paix au quotidien
 Un pays de saints
 Le pays de la beauté
La saison des richesses
L'humanité comme les âges
Trancher et lever
 Chutons du plus haut
Beau Niger, j'aime ta personnalité
Plus les passagers s'élèvent
Juste pour voir tes yeux
Structure comme des crevaisons
Laissez-moi conduire lentement
Dans la vallée du silence
 Je suis tenté avec tes touches
Des lèvres comme Jésus
Culture comme Yeezuz


Je t'aime Niger
Je ne peux pas dire le bien au revoir
 Mais va bientôt faire du vélo
Je ne peux pas perdre la connexion comme Wi-Fi
Beau Niger
Les hanches aiment les cheeseburgers
 Je sais que tu n'as pas le coeur brisé
Parle-moi du Fleuve du Niger
 Laissez les déserts se souvenir de moi
Rare moi tes chameaux
Laisse-moi boire plus Oriba et Yaourt
Laisse moi manger "Dáamu" Buvez de l'eau pure "Nhàrriyèlo"
Ne me dites pas "Assiño"
Dis-moi "Fòfo" et "Mbáttigame"
 Laissez-moi apprendre à parler français
 Laisse-moi aller chercher des connaissances dans ton puits
Laissez-moi continuer à voir des gens prier en public Laisse la religion me gouverner
AIME-MOI quand je serai parti
Je suis celui que tu vas manquer


Rap ce répertoire
 Mon amour, ètoi?
 Inscrivez-vous à la liquidation
 Déposez le top solitaire
 Laissez le sommet de la colline
 Dis-leur que je suis un poète
 Je n'ai pas le temps pour les chansons
Je mange des lettres rouges,
Noddles avec des paons,
Caniches avec des théières
 Substrat le trate
 Multipliez-les par des chiffres
Diviser le dividende
 Au fil des preuves
Plaider coupable dans la résidence
 Comme ils l'ont fait à Joseph et Marcus
 À Jésus et à tous les autres prophètes
Vive le Niger!

IN ENGLISH:

SONG OF SONGS ( A Poem )

Sing the unsung, blung!
Shout the guitar of Bombino
Let's dance Niger Mali Yero
Hit the hammer,  gong!
Rhyme the riddims of Niamey
Ding ,
Dang,
Dung.



Ring,
ML ring the rung bell,
Cling!
King of the pens
Hatching eggs of the hens
Ink-well of the pendom
Land of wisdom
Fraternity, Work and Progress
Orange, White and Green
Hausa, Djarma,  Fulani and Tuareg
Everyday peace
A country of saints
The land of beauty
The season of riches
Humanity like ages
Slice and rise
Let's fall from the highest
Beautiful Niger,  I love your personality
The more passengers rise
Just to see your eyes


Structure like punctures
Let me drive slowly
In the valley of silence
I'm tempted with your touches
Lips like Jesus
Culture like Yeezuz
I love you Niger
I can't say the good in goodbye
But will soon ride a bike
I can't lost connection like Wi-Fi


Beautiful Niger
Hips like cheeseburgers
I know you're not heartbroken
Speak to me from the River of Niger
Let the deserts remember me
Rare me your camels
Let me drink more Oriba and Yaourt


Let me eat "Dáamu"
Drink "Nhárriyèlo" pure water
 Dont tell me "Assiño"
Tell me "Fòfo" and "Mbattigamè"
Let me learn to speak French
Let me fetch knowledge from your well


Let me continue seeing people praying in public
Let religion governed me

LOVE me when I'm gone
I'm the one you gonna miss
Rap this repertoire
Mon amour, ètoi?
Signup the windup
Drop the top lonely
Leave the hilltop


Tell them I'm a poet
I don't get time for songs
I eat red letters,
Noddles with peacocks,
Poodles with teapots


Substrate the trate
Multiple them in numbers
Dividing the dividend
Over the evidence
Plea guilty in the residence


Like they've done to Joseph and Marcus
To Jesus and all other prophets
Long Live Niger!

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READ ( A Poem )

READ!
Read the alphabets of mankind
The common subject of thoughts
Taught by the moon above the sun
Tell knowledge it's but to know
Tell man he's but an error
Tell them that wisdom is a gift
That resembles knowledge

Like a broken conversation
Laid at rest into the grave of sensation
Whirling to a stop
In the middle of a sentence
The human mind stammers
Endlessly hoeing the arid patch
And gave an aridity of petrol
Low vocabulary is not knowing many words


As a result,
Fraying into the gutters of deception
The string of the Balafong beats
Its sound preceded legends into beetles
Cowardly spoken silken old cottons
Dressed the human of my description
Fitting into the ignorant cap worn
On the head of civilian flies
Buzzing around lust and love

Let greed judge the creed for being grudge
The guilty for not being innocent
Tell betray that it's but courage
Nakedly pronouncing time
Readers do know, and the ignorant read not


READ!
Iqra! (read ) in the name of your Lord
Read not to gain this world
Read religion,  read God, just read
When you learn, teach
When you arrive, act like you don't reach
When you have, give
When you know, don't say all
Trek where the fools fall
Read, shall you?

Knowing is found in reading
And ignorance is not reading anything
Read!
If you want to know, read!


READ!
I see Muslims who don't know the Qur'an
Christians who don't know the Bible
From my far left,  I see a nation without citizens
Driving around in the car of lost
I see animals creating an Animal Farm
I saw the ghost of George Orwell
I saw a divided Africa as a result of not reading
Interestingly divided for reading in the name of Satan

Note: This poem mirrors down the low level of literacy and poor readership among Gambians. The poet, Modou Lamin Age-Almusaf Sowe, gives an x-ray of educational and situational problems across Africa.

For him, people read in the name of Satan but do not read in the name of God.

A MESSAGE FROM MODOU: All Rights Reserved! Thank you for reading and following my blog. Should you wish to use any of my articles for personal use, research, lectures, etc, kindly address your messages to: modoulaminsowe1@hotmail.com. Copying any of my articles without a written permission to, is an infringement of Copyright. I hope this blog post finds you well and the new year has begun on a great note. I am well too and looking forward to a great 2018 as I engage more with you. I appreciate you for being part of my 2017 readers around the world. I write to tell you that you can now translate all my blog posts into any language in the world . Simply type the language of your choice in the textbox below the inscription " Pageviews", it can be found on your right-hand of this page. You're all important to me, for everyone as I look at the wholesome approach to the discussion on overall African protest literature and the link to religious poetry from a person-centered view.