I have just finished reading David Maillu’s two books that I got from a bookstore. One is called AFTER 4:30 and the other MY DEAR BOTTLE. The following poem was just too darn good that I could not resist posting it.
my dear bottle
tell me that i am not poor
let me feel rich and important like an MP
my dear i feel funny
tell me how to run away from my frustrations
african englishmen
don’t go for cheap black birds
those are for charcoal dealers.
bottle
give me enough energy tonight
i want to give my wife two rounds
but i have no energy
my woman has been draining me
eating me greedily
without sympathy for my wife
thats why this thing of mine
is failing me to my wife
when i want to consume my marriage these days
any time i get down between my wife’s legs
this thing of mine is refusing
it goes the wrong way out.
(but) if a child comes
let it come
come what may
I never know with life
children are an insurance policy
i may bear a president
