lundi 23 décembre 2013

DANCE, BROTHER, DANCE FOR ME

(Last request of a boy dying of AIDS) Dance little brother, dance Dance for me The down and out Dance for me to see Let me see before I die Dance your last dance for me Give me my last number Make it big and memorable So I can tell the tale to Dad. Dance, little brother, dig it Alas, the referee has blown me out I lie off the touchline Injured, fractured, hurt, humiliated, ashamed My limbs have given way They have let me down Is this me, Big Boy Moukoko? Why am I reduced to this? Yet, like a man, I must go I must bite the dust So, I wait for that moment ————————————————– FOOTNOTE This poem is taken from my book of poems (some in English and some in French) on HIV AIDS sensitization , which went on the book list of the Ministry of Secondary Education from this September 2013, from Form to the Upper 6th and in four Francophone classes.
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    DANCE BROTHER, DANCE

    (Last request of a boy dying of AIDS)

    By Tikum Mbah Azonga

    Dance little brother, dance
    Dance for me
    The down and out
    Dance for me to see
    Let me see before I die

    Dance your last dance for me
    Give me my last number
    Make it big and memorable
    So I can tell the tale to Dad.
    Dance, little brother, dig it
    Alas, the referee has blown me out
    I lie off the touchline
    Injured, fractured, hurt, humiliated, ashamed
    My limbs have given way
    They have let me down
    Is this me, Big Boy Moukoko?
    Why am I reduced to this?
    Yet, like a man, I must go
    I must bite the dust
    So, I wait for that moment
    ————————————————–
    FOOTNOTE
    This poem is taken from my book of poems (some in English and some in French) on HIV AIDS sensitization , which went on the book list of the Ministry of Secondary Education from this September 2013, from Form to the Upper 6th and in four Francophone classes.

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