At this hour of tears,
when the songs of sanctuary plays deaf,
to the rhythms of words I have spoken,
when the footsteps of your heart ceased
to move to the drums of my confessions,
here, I, walking alone.
Only the pub’s lamp,
shines as hope in this darkness of love;
in this darkness I see no strength,
except the ease of our good memories.
a night without moon to shine in it,
a day without the brightness of your smile,
this cloudy sky,
yet without any drop of rainy love.
Now I pack my broken pieces,
pieces left of my love and glory,
I heard back to my pyramids,
back home to my land,
to find love anew—— in Africa!
Photo Credit: @Ayo’de Photography