(For all of us who were privileged to enjoy Lucy and Lawrence’s hospitality in Jigawa this Sallah).
LUCY'S INTERNATIONAL GARDEN
I rise and greet the half-light at Imam’s strident call
And wonder if my shirt and socks can last another day;
I unwind frustrations of an arid road as I sip and
Savour tea and oranges from afar
And slowly slowly slide
Into your deep cool shade.
I sit beside a well beyond the breakfast hour
Watching the gecko and the butterfly,
Trying to glimpse the small small bird with purple voice
Through the mango-filtered light.
The dappled sun-splashed floor soaks up tales
And stories that come all the way from Ireland
As skills are shared and lives we seek to change, and
With fine food and beer come all the way from Holland
We forget the hour but
I welcome that the day yet has time for me
To lie in hammock sway
Toasting tranquillity and companionship,
Gifts to us from Africa,
Till the night-birds song
With time of day forgot
And, for the moment , no reason to care
And every reason to belong.
Thanks to all for a fab experience