When I think of the wars in Cameroon, my mind goes to Asa’s Fire on the Mountain: “Could it be love for your country, or
I told him exactly the same as I’m telling you now: The gun you point at your people is a gun you point At your
My colleague wants the Art of Zen, in French of course Translated from Japanese…I suppose, for they started it. But she wants it from the
I ask myself If the world turns different, and if the paintings From the depth of my hood or Around the world the scribbles on
No neither. I see… I see bird droppings zoom out the sky and And… Humans drop looking for luck in different spheres. The crowd panics.
There’s a call from the depths of the shadows of the trees. No, it’s but a whisper…no a whimper A finger pointing to the sky