(For Esther Kima. This poem was written in the newsroom of
the Cameroon Radio-Television (CRTV)) Mballa II T.V. Production Centre on the 31st of
May 2006 when I was still a journalist at the corporation. It was inspired by
my colleague Esther Kima to whom it is dedicated because on that day while we
sat among other colleagues and were preparing for the news, I lifted up my head
and got inspired by her exquisite beauty. Esther is today the English Language National Assembly Correspondent for CRTV
Television. Happy New Year, Esther!)
Stars that
struggle to shine
Hardly ever
find their place in the galaxy
Not even for
the song of six pence.
In the
darkest of nights
When the
only way up is down
They gather
their last belongings
Including
the old lady`s black handbag
And without notice
run down the lonely isle.
Then within
the twinkling of an eye
When the
corner shop man is still snoring
They begin
to toss the shoemaker`s purse strings
One by one,
the inhabitants of Hut One
Who for so
long had not seen the Mountain Queen
Come out of
hiding like termites from their holes
And begin to
weep for the milk that was spilt
Not by
design but by accident. But who cares?
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