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.