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.

News Of My Mother - Jean Baptiste Tati-Loutard

I am now very high upon the tree of the seasons;

Far below I see the firm earth of the past.

Earthly Sojourn - Alain Mabanckou

New day
Promise of light

there is nothing worse - Alain Mabanckou

there is nothing worse
than the grief of black-rhun palms
the sleep of swamps
the silence of passerines