My secret is that:

Nobody knows that I died a long time ago. 
But she would have known, 
                                       Even from the slab at Melen. 
She just slept.
She never liked hard surfaces, 
                                       Preferring the 6 cushion couch
Of red yellow and orange circles of my childhood.
I still remember the watery smells that danced the Burlesque
Of firefly magic from Lake Wum on my childhood days. 
The chairs sat under a family of 20 with 1 mother.
Yes, same chairs followed us to Yaoundé,  where
She'd start the TV shows with me and then slip away.

Then I like a bad dream would slowly touch her skin awake:
                                       "Mum you should go to bed now".
The show was over.
                   She would rise then go to sleep.
                                      In a 6-foot hole in Baligham.

(c) nyonglema