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
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