The Tale Of A Globetrotter

The Tale Of A Globetrotter—Mobarak Saed

The Tale Of A Globetrotter

Once upon a time,

a traveller comes to our village

from a black world behind the sea,

wearing a wetted face

from tears of the clouds.

he sang like a canary

of stories in his lonely journeys,

1, 2, 3 steps to Babylon

to drink from nursing woods

a milk & some gourds of wine

3, 4, 5 and 6 to Aleppo

& lay his heart on the

laughing mountains,

awaiting the sky's cry

to pour the tears and saliva

on the dancing earth,

in it; is a pregnancy of

Zechariah's tomb.

“He once told us

how an air take him away

to the valley of diamonds

& how a river mouth swallowed

his town men”.

yesterday's night i dreamed,

“of our guest globetrotter,

stole our lands into his pinched pocket

to sell its men for slavery

to the night hunting owls,

while the trees cried out of war

our men flies out to Cairo

& leave him die slowly

of thirst on a hot desert”.

Bio:

Mubarak Said is a Nigerian poet,essayist and short story writer from the great city of Gombe. His works have appeared in different national and international magazines as world voices magazine, Susa Africa, beatnikcowboy, the pinecone review and many others.

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