Silence is no safety, y’know
it’s where fear seeks refuge
instead let’s start a revolution, mukwano
and put Che Guevara to shame
with this ardent fire…
Gifting more love to the universe- our very own socialism, not « sosolism »*
Anxious Bukinabe feet matching in Ouagadougou,
declaring Coup d’état over your heart, mine… ours.
and if that fails,
let’s rewrite the story of Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes
erase… pause… highlight.. erase…write…
a scene where we meet at a quaint ‘Kampalan’ gathering
Your eyes seeking my eyes, my eyes seeking anything but.
everything translating to words and sentences and stanzas and paragraphs and stories and… novels,
and possibly happily-ever-forever..
PS: It doesn’t get easier writing love poems. Not because I’m not in love. Wait, am I? 😉 Anyway I shall pat myself on the back and one day return to it, to polish it up, doing something to lengthen it. And bagyenzi, something needed to be done on this blog.
*sosolism- term coined by poet from okusosola; meaning to segregate.