Honeymoon (Poem by Modou Lamin Age-Almusaf Sowe)

Disclaimer: Modou Lamin Age-Almusaf Sowe doesn't own this picture, and permission is therefore sought from the copyright owner.

Note: The lady in the picture is nothing to Modou Lamin Age-Almusaf Sowe apart from a friend.

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 slice 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 make-up,

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 sigh 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 bow 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 opened 

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 in 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.

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