That Smile...

Me

Through the still waters of the Ankobra

Through the rushing ambience of the Weija lake

Through the colours of the streaming wind

Through the impossible...

I will be your Adomi bridge

I will stand through the rain

And through the lip cracking alabata

For you I will let the heaviest truckload of Sisala charcoal pass over me

I will be the bridge of our hearts...

A stockpile of red bricks

Bags of Dangote cement

Banku to please the community behind my belly button

I will build a red wall around me

So my thoughts will dwell on you only

I will kiss your feet

And caress your hair

I will place my ear on your tummy

To hear the rumble of the brawl beneath

I will kiss your forehead

Just to see you smile

A mile through the sand dunes of Amasaman

A dive into the abandoned stone quarries of Bulemin

A leisure dip into the Korle lagoon

Fishing in the stomach of my hungry cat

For you I will milk all the cattle in the Fouta Djallon

And make you a river of sweetness...

I am meaningless without you...

Even if I lived at Nima

And commuted via the rusty CMB-Mamobi buses

You would still love me

I know because I see it in your eyes

So when I make it to my Trassaco home

It will be you and you in my range rover

And me in your heart...

I know little of you

As I can’t tell how many strands of hair you have

But I will know you

Something tells me no matter how far you go

You will come back home and find me

Smiling...my arms open...

Then in matrimony

I will have my first kiss again