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54 A wing and a prayer (For Pat, companion from the travel agency) If ever I could see you again And, believe me, that’s my most ardent wish I would want nothing else, not even a kingdom No lipstick, no forward march, no tortuous queues Not even Christmas carols or Easter puddings For once I’d put off my computer lessons And leave my unclosed poetry books on the empty deck. If ever I could see you again Then greatly would you make my day like the lone fish My wanton life would go full circle, like freedom Even Big Ben would refuse to take the queue Birds would stop singing for fear of the new ducklings For me off to Buea there would be a thousand and one reasons At last I can freely throw my arms round my neck. Nature’s law (For Hilda the Taurean) What comes around goes around Perhaps not now, but in the long run, always Life is too full of contradictions Straight lines drawn in a crooked way Eleven virgins running up the wrong way What goes up must come down And a banana that has to ripen, will ripen Regardless of where it is put. I may be nothing but a hound If you think I’m reinventing new alleyways I am only a microcosm among God’s creations That’s why enfeebled, I look up to the father ...

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