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13 Taboo First, one Then another I suck the sweets I spied In the dark dark deep recesses of the lady’s hidden painted jar remarking that they were almost stale. Ottawa, 1977 A Lament For having been watched over and listened to by you, For nursing me when I was sick No matter the tantrums, For all these things and much more I will always be thankful My true friend. My eternal home. My very own mountain in Buea Encompassing the hills and valleys -- One huge happy countryside -Lulled , believing an infinity of harmony and peace We pandered to our every wish Then marveled at the emptiness Drowning in our drunken stupor amidst The roaring silence of the countryside. Yes, I was rendered a fool in my innocence ...

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