Congolese Eve - Jean Baptiste Tati-Loutard

I saw her when God created her on the Mountain:

It was a full night, the moon having reached

the fullest level of its light floods.

Before God appeared as He once did on the Horeb,

The grass around was already walking head down

Under the breeze

He took some dirt from some foot,

And the flow – virgin as on the First Day –

In a long moon ray.

In no time it was the turn of the breasts;

And the grace and the spirit spurted from Eve

In dazzling splashes of light.

Then came the signal:

In the naked space, the wind started to turn on itself

As if it hurts not to be able to relax

In a tree. God took the air back in the whirlwind;

And in the silence full of clarity,

The Congolese eve descended towards the river at the time

When the sun comes out closing behind him

The door of the night.

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Jean Baptiste Tati-Loutard (1938 - 2009) Republic of the Congo

Translated by Dr. Y.

Source: African Heritage