POSTCARD FOR MY FACEBOOK FRIENDS

                         (The poem I promised PracXide)

This is a picture of PracXide P. SoRaya. She`s one of my Facebook friends. She was also my student in the Department of Journalism and Mass Communication at the University of Buea, Republic of Cameroon.

Last week I realized she`d changed her Facebook profile picture and I immediately informed her that the new picture had inspired a poem in mine. Should I write the poem? If I do, should I post it publicly on Facebook. She said I should write and post. Here today is the poem.

MESSAGE FROM WHERE I AM POSTURING

I will pose again

God being my helper

I will pose for you

Just for you

As I am

All in red

Not as the Lady in red

But as myself

I will do it for you

My friends of Facebook.

I will pose again

With the same smile

The same red frock like I said

The same dark glasses

Not worn

But slung across my head

On my beautifully done hair

Above my peering gaze

The drooping hair makes me look like a lioness

But I`m not a Leo

And I like it.

I will pose again

And once more demonstrate to you

My inclined feminine charm

My right hand on my neck

My left hand on my waist

The golden medallion

Hung between my lovely breasts

From the unobtrusive yet conspicuous string

Wound around my neck.

I will pose again

And prove to you

That precious necklace that looks effaced

Yet it is omnipresent

Like the contour lines below my neck.

You may look as much as you like

You won`t see the fingers of my right hand

That`s because they`re clasped and tucked away

But I`ll let you spot four of my fingers

Yes, just four of them

Those on my left hand

What I`ve hidden is the left thumb

I did so intentionally

Call it a game of hide and see if you like

After all, that`s just me.

I will pose again

But I won`t tell you where I am

I want you to think and find out for yourself

It looks like I`m on a bridge

Not just any bridge

But one whose architecture is baroque and byzantine

It is also majestic and immaculate because it`s white

On the near side is a hybrid flora

Half mangrove, half Sahelian

Further afield it`s desert-like, perhaps the Sahara

At the far end

The mountainous features are enveloped in a mist

From mist to mystery

To infinity

To the almighty.

The alpha and the omega

The beginning of life

The end of life.

But mine is only just beginning

And I ask you to wait for it

Wait for another post card

I won`t tell you where it will come from

But it will come

So I will pose again

God being my helper

I will pose for you

Just for you

As I am

All in red.