There are always moments when that ‘trite’ of fluctuating dreams
Cease to be a nibble and reality hits
And you are lost in memories as songbirds chirp outside while
the faucet in that hotel room in Doha drenches your shaking hands gladly;
On this day when the door lock of your boyhood dreams buzzes
– Proclaiming the screams of previously unknown funs disguised as whispers……
You remember the harmattan winds in Fez
That were in season as your sickly mother called out your pessimism
“you are too bright a light to be dimmed by anything”
And that fairy tale bliss of hers that guides you
As you run down the byline ready to make an illusion with the ball
– a proclamation that where you come from is a continent of gods
And now the propagators of destiny eventually discern your importance
Because you assisted Hakimi breed in Madrid ; crossed to Ziyech fostered in Holland ,
A boy from Fez is a wallflower that now nutmegs fugal players from Paris’
Just days after he intercepted one said to be greater than all
– The boy from Fez is now the pre-chorus to the song a whole region proclaims to be an anthem…..
Frank Njugi (He/Him) is a poet, and writer living in Nairobi, Kenya. He currently serves as a poetry editor for Writers space Africa, and a reader for Salamander Ink Magazine. His work has appeared/is forthcoming on platforms such as Brittle Paper, Kikwetu Journal, 20.35 Africa, Kalahari Review, Olney Magazine, Ibua Journal, and others. He goes as @franknjugi on all platforms.
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