I once met a fellow African,
A graying civil servant in Blantyre in Malawi
“Muli Bwanji?” he asked.
“I am fine, thank you”, I said.
I am on a maiden visit to some remote township,
And round the last bend on my way lies a construction site
It looks like a budding mall of sorts,
But it’s betrayed by a peculiar forecourt
I now ask my guide…
Like drowsy hunters, we gaze at the dark clouds,
We rummage our minds for a silver lining;
It’s the ninth day of the month,
And a couple of months to the year’s end! Read Entire Poem
Of dreams still unfulfilled,
And childhood fantasies that no longer leave me thrilled…
The dream job and fancy car;
The fat salary and a life so full of flair,
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What a year you were,
For you brought the world cup to our backyard
But you were more than just a world cup year