Harmattan Rain

First drop falls in heated sand
Water to Steam
Redeemer of read lands

Second drop falls on dirt covered palms
Water to Mud
Liberator of sun-drinking life

Third drop falls through sandy winds
Water to Dirt Rain
Savior of blue skies

As drops turn to rain
Rain turns to Storm
Storm sweeps away yesterdays sins

Sheltered from the rain
Goat-meat and Mushrooms
fries in coal-heated oil

Men seek shelter
Water and Land
Brings new scent of life

A promise of growth
Black Hands and Red Lands
Saved from northern sand

Rice is cocking
African Rice to African Mouths
Given as a offering

Leaving us free
Sand and Wind
Has left the land of Asogli

Pendjari

Antelope stands ever watchful
As red earth brings forth red fire
Redeeming scorched land
Black smoke thwart blue skies
Brings hope to strong
Grants mercy to weak
And writes tales of a New Time

Black ashes turns white into red soil
As highborn sun rises
People of the land keeps chewing
Red dust to red clay
Building blocks for a New Future

Grayborn thinkers, mighty ones
Sounds of words
Sounds of visions
Visions that raises with the Upgoing Wind

As sun changes yellow to red to black
From hills to vallyes Silence Decent

(At safari in Northern Benin, December 2012)

Just sad

So beautiful she looks tonight

Never has her hair been more perfect

Eyelashes made by a divine hand

Just sad

No imperfection – Not a spot

I don’t think anyone could find

Difficult to concentrate on the speaker

Just sad

Long legs – Long hair

A lot of beauty

Looking at her cute motions

A little sad

I now when the talk is over

I will see the finest smile I know

What a beautiful and charming lady

Just sad

I reach deep

Hope only to find a little sadness

An opportunity – a dream without existents

Finding sadness

But still a beauty in the hall

She illuminates it with her golden hair

That will hardly change

A little bit sad

I don’t know

Just feeling sad

Just peacefully sad

………………….So sad.

My friend’s happiness is my happiness.

Tonight I am happy

(an old poem I found sorting my papers. Written app. 2000)

Spice

Some time ago it was known by none

Life was good but still in bond

Years passed on in a successive line

Then came the one who drank the wine

It was like a fairy tale

Something unreal from far away

Hidden by mountains and mist

Only a legend of an unknown bliss

Brought in by strong winds

Ships serving the Almighty’s arm

Telling stories about distant things

That must be protected from any harm

When the cargo finally arrived in dock

Life changed – The land started rock

To man the enquiry was brought

The question: “Who is Like God?”

To Miika (meaning: “Who is like God”) and Taru (meaning: myth, legend, tale) at their wedding in 2003