Moroni, my princess
with poor feet,
catches a cold and gets drunk on
bad weather days
but what do you want us to say to him?
the truth of a worry
or the lie of an
expensive orgy night ?
the Moroni blues.
this city so small but so unique
we invoke him tonight
to heal the wounds
of a people who are tearing themselves apart
to the rhythm of a soap
our dream. if it
is that this city becomes one day
a love of utopia
and that the learning of loneliness
gives way
to the invention
of a new sibling
who
will no longer be afraid of the irritation of the world .
that Moroni becomes
a city of all possibilities
Soeuf Elbadawi (born 1970) Comoros
Source: The African Book Review
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