We Talked

We talked.
We walked.
We held a certain conversation.
In a certain dark night.
Darkness surrounded us.
Darkness swallowed us.
Darkness held us captive.
Our words floated in the dark night
Like jetsams of spent thoughts.
Yet we talked and walked together
In the dark night.

Your words sunk and settled deep in the heart.
I longed to steal a look on your face
But the dark night refused.
It was too dark to see anything.
Instead we talked and walked
Along the narrow path.
Talked about past things.
We talked of future things.
We shared our collective fears and hopes.
Maybe the distant stars heard our silent prayers.

Then finally we fell silent.
We stopped talking.
We almost stopped walking.
Suddenly there was nothing to speak of.
Instead the silent silence gave us a curious company, plodding us along the narrow path towards our undefined destiny while crickets and a million other insects murmured in a congenial agreement.

But I still remember that we talked.
But I still remember that we walked.
Many years ago..

© Ayoub Mzee Mzima 2013


My Night

So long dear night so long.
Well, the day has kissed the leas a true goodnight and you have scripted my whole story upon the hours of time.

I hold no grudges but instead I profess a true gratitude for being. Here I am and tomorrow I will be.

Dear night. You know of all of my secrets and cloak and dress them in astute intergrity. Hold me again dear night. I want to feel and fill your cold kisses. It is night again…

What a night…
My night.

Ayoub Mzee Mzima © 2013

The Expatriate

He flew in
From India,
With only a a suitcase,
And the clothes on his back.
He didn’t speak any English.
He spoke only Gujarat.
The Expatriate…

We proceeded to show him around.
And he took the biggest office.
He was supposed to be a marketing guru.
He was brought in to turn around the big company.
He spent the days turning around in his expensive and expansive leather seat instead.
The Expatriate…

We ran around,
Doing work for him.
His work,
With our peanut pay.
He fumbled around
While earning his six figure pay.

Finally, The Expatriate left.

He left in a charter plane,
While a moving company shipped his stuff back home.
He left a wealthy man.
The Expatriate who came with only a briefcase.
He who could not speak English
The Expatriate.

I understand that they will be sending in another Expatriate…

Ayoub Mzee Mzima © 2013