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11 John Nkemngong Nkengasong Knowing what devils reigned in the noxious underground cells of the vallée de la morte the lad feigned fainted and his captors relaxed their hold he found his feet and sped down the Ngoa-kele slopes like a maddened foe before his oppressors caught and murdered him and make him tenant of a coffin meant for the indifferent Dr. Mbella Pe a clatter of rifles and thudding boots angry voices swearing as they chased Arrêtez le! Arrêtez l’Anglo! Elément subversif! if a bullet got his head... but he vanished in the thickets of panicking students choking and coughing blood uttering spongy words of woe out of battered jawbones a hard way to be an undergraduate Sapienta Collativa Cogito! Unrequited O heart, broken heart batter yourself and batter this frail frame too I have pined in the drudgery of the world one thousand centuries gone till the dam was cleared and fresh water poured had I the turn to snatch my breath from decayed love now my heart is tied to a rock 11 John Nkemngong Nkengasong Knowing what devils reigned in the noxious underground cells of the vallée de la morte the lad feigned fainted and his captors relaxed their hold he found his feet and sped down the Ngoa-kele slopes like a maddened foe before his oppressors caught and murdered him and make him tenant of a coffin meant for the indifferent Dr. Mbella Pe a clatter of rifles and thudding boots angry voices swearing as they chased Arrêtez le! Arrêtez l’Anglo! Elément subversif! if a bullet got his head... but he vanished in the thickets of panicking students choking and coughing blood uttering spongy words of woe out of battered jawbones a hard way to be an undergraduate Sapienta Collativa Cogito! Unrequited O heart, broken heart batter yourself and batter this frail frame too I have pined in the drudgery of the world one thousand centuries gone till the dam was cleared and fresh water poured had I the turn to snatch my breath from decayed love now my heart is tied to a rock [34.201.19.151] Project MUSE (2024-03-29 13:14 GMT) 12 Letters to Marion (And the Coming Generations) being for her sake had I seized my head and dashed it in the lion’s mouth live beheaded like a stump in the desert and wink at a woman’s smile... O heart, broken heart love unreturned is a hot-baked bombshell in a human heart. On the Toilet I come, Invisible Presence to your shrine in obeisance to your call bowel crammed mind blistered with fevers from the world. Squatted in the marble sanctuary consumed in a ritual of purgation of self and soul eyelids closed against the door to battered life and amidst the fretful fart and gleeful groans dream piles upon dream dream piles upon dream till self and soul resume a dialogue and lines of verse come dancing in my eye singing songs of PEACE and BLISS ...