We met immediately the rain stopped beating,
Pompously across the Bertil Harding Highway,
And the stagnant waters gathered on the road
To confidently discuss national problems...
I became your problem
When I splashed a colorful of lovely
Waters on you accidentally;
My heart stopped beating in my chest.
I apologized to you in Spanish,
Ashamed and nervous;
You looked at me twice,
And I looked away in hesitation.
I feel like putting a knife in my throat
And slicing myself into pieces for you.
I regretted my actions and inactions,
And I displayed my shame on MBC Action.
Dressed in African-Gambian
Purple bazin riz,
Glittering in your natural beauty,
Without makeup,
Waiting for a car to pick you up,
That evening, the Ramadan departed for Jerusalem
To pay homage to the Jews.
Just like a thief escaping from stealing,
Your shoelaces fit my shoes.
Hot body, everything looks perfect like a painting.
You mute my emotions.
My instincts told me to apologize in Chinese,
But destiny told me to speak of humanity,
When weakness became my language.
I sighed away from eye contact,
And I gave you my contact.
Looking at your toes
When I said sorry regretfully,
Biting my nails and shaking in my trembles,
My nervousness donating me blood
For my heart failures.
Friendship grew between us;
With time, we set the pace.
On the phone and in space,
It took me so long to write this poem.
Walking down the beach,
With our heads bowed down;
I can't look at what you can't look at in me.
Our hands are observing social distancing.
Even a car could fit between us.
I sweated a gallon of smiles,
Wanting to tell you
How I feel.
When the keys to the door of your singleness opened,
The padlocks broken,
The shops of Serrekunda Market wide open,
Proposing to you in broad daylight,
Sighing from the afternoon,
Little do you know,
The date lied on the calendar.
The day I put a ring on your finger,
The sky tasted ginger.
Kneeling before you,
Humbling myself on my knees,
Angels announcing our marriage up in the skies.
I couldn't sleep that night.
I cut myself but couldn't bleed.
The sexual healing...
That feeling
When the pastor said,
"You may now kiss the bride."
I kissed all the bridesmaids
When we locked lips.
Waking up in Dubai,
Making your breakfast,
Touring the Palm Hotel,
And naming our kids Paul, George,
And George-Paul.
I woke up in New York City,
Looked at myself in bed,
And realized it was a dream.
