The compatriot answered the clarion call
Slept at beds' edge in shallow slumber
After unending nights woke up to nightmare
Soaps of personal hygienes suddenly stolen
And the soup of acclimatization never tasted
Nor the welcome kolanut broken early in joy.
I lived a life never dreamt, fairytale untold
Dressed in khaki to camouflage yet alienated
In a land where natives extend paws not arm.
Their sweet communion a terror to foreign ears
As my belly married diets not consummated
I stood on one leg as a new fowl till the end
Made my mother land flag the hopeful pillow.
The path of a corper is full of uncozy turns
Yet I swallowed change like a raw bush meat
And now chew nostalgia stealthily like cud.
1st October,2015.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem