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

GITMO, MY HEART BLEEDS

This poem is dedicated to all the muslim prisoners of war across the globe...from gitmo to abu ghraib to every single secret prison for muslims on the surface of this earth...

Beginnings are hard.

The grain germinates,

Words are heard.

By allah’s qudrat

That delicate plumule

Sneaks out of the hard cover.

Each breath is hope,

As each pain is expiation,

We foresee and smile.

If it takes miles

We will walk

Though our toes may fall off

If borders stop us,

If cages surround us,

Allah is enough for the patient...

We will smile

But hide our tears

As enemies boast.

We walk.

As allah’s promise

Rushes to embrace the deserving.

If cages surround

And borders stop,

We will wait...

Alhamdulilah!

Death is our victory

And to them a loss

Though you cry,

Smile.

The reason is close...

No matter how hard

They try

They cannot change allah’s will.

Sit but walk

Cry..., and smile

As this dunia belongs to the one you bow down to...

                                            

                                       27^th jumada al awal, 1431

                                           (11^th may, 2010)

DINNER WITH THE DEAD

I want to forget about the thousands of leaves that have fallen.  My years are reminiscent of the past I dread. I have just two seconds to live and I don’t know how to explain how it feels. I think I was born too soon, I grew up too fast, my mind refused to think like my age mates.

Can I ever forget the death of my father? I was five but my mind replays everything to me; the voices, the frustration, the screams, the tears...then death. The look in my older brother’s eyes, he was eight. The tears in my kid brother’s eyes, he was three. My mother. Before I die someone should please show me my father’s tombstone, his grave... I’ve never set my eyes on it, never.

I grew fond of my grandfather. The evening before he died I was with him then I left, so did his soul the following morning. I remember sitting in his porch crying, I had turned ten three days earlier. Could I wake up from the dream? Could I tell myself that I will see my grandfather again and drink tea with him as we used to do whilst the sun set, eat his leftovers, watch him perform his prayers, go for eid prayers with him, ...the warmth of his smile. I didn’t know I will ever stand by his grave with tears in my eyes.

My grandmother was full of energy. I used to say she will live to see my children. The night I stood by her hospital bed watching her breath heavily was a mike Tyson punch in my face. As everyone recited the kalimah I stood watching my sweet grandmother fade away. I felt she wouldn’t live through the night. I went out to the car park with my cousin. When we got back up, the elevator door opened and we saw everyone down in tears. I cried because I had observed that the dead never came back. I miss her insults, her love for sprite because she drank it on her flight to Saudi Arabia, her tendency to give, the way she laughed... all I get are tears in my eyes when those memories evade my thoughts. I was sixteen.

I have been awake for way too long. The wind is fading through time. With these two ambling seconds I’m lost. Should I spend it in a mosque glorifying my Lord or I should spend it on the fading pleasures of this world? It’s dark and the fly has nowhere else to perch than on my screen. Do I kill it or do I watch it feel at home. I will be six feet down soon. The heat, the solitude, the stench...who will be my friend? I thought as much, I have no friends amongst you but I’m sure my good deeds will be company enough. Would you then call me a bad friend if I spend more time on good deeds than on you? Whoever is willing to be buried alive with me in that pit is my true friend. My good deeds are willing to follow my corpse alive. A promise you can’t make even for all the wealth in the world.

My vegetable garden at the graveyard, the cartons of meat I kept at the mortuary, the red wine cellar at the hospital’s blood bank. I’m alive! But I’m dead. I’m only twenty but I have just two seconds to live. Who is ready to be buried alive with my corpse in two seconds? Who will dine with me?  

i ask...(poetry)

i only see
because i have eyes,
but they were created...


and yes!
i love what i see
though my heart blackens...


but no!
i see what i love
then i might be blind...


i didn't love
because i saw
but because i heard...


three lines
with three dots
are you looking?


if i love you...
then it's a riddle
i have a thousand answers to


but i'm without
the tongue to say
and further within my stitched lips...


footsteps through my heart,
feet to my love,
boots to my sugarberry garden...


alone,
but you stand by me.
hmm, winds lie...


riddle, riddle
is this a riddle?
sadly, i can't say...

badhan diallo
18/09/11
18:43 gmt

SMILE AGAIN... (a poem)

if i could find you
if i had you
there'll be nights
without darkness


if i should find you
i would search through the memories
engraved in my heart
never to fade away


i remember the night
i placed your hand
on my chest..
you felt the throb of a sincere heart


i remember the words i spoke
i remember the look in your eyes...
if i could find you
i will tell you that my heart still throbs


is it too late
that i find you?
not in the nights we kissed
but through the times
we saw a future in 'us'...


through the times
i looked into your eyes
and saw a person
who would have dried
the least tear in my eyes


if i could find you
i will find me
and place in your life
the love you never 'really' felt


if i could find you
then i could find me
but if you find me
i will be right there
in the crescent where love is 'really' felt
waiting to see you smile again...


badhan diallo
08/o7/2011
00:05 am