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I shouted it on the stairs
I shouted it everywhere -
finished my presentation
my long Congolese
document
A long, terrible march through
the driest desert, slogging away
on a daily basis; on leaving my
office, whooping like a victorious
warrior
Ululuing like an African singing
the praises of the king, jumping
in the air like Schumacher, world
champion of the Grand Prix,
shouting
To the security guards, telling
my colleagues I’m ready to die
having accomplished Mission
Impossible, dancing all the way
to the car
Speeding like Cruella DeVille,
driving like Auntie Medusa,
laughing like a James Bond movie
arch-criminal – I’m done! Mission
Accomplished!
Sisiphus has finally rolled the stone
right to the top of the hill!
Margaret Alice
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