Amphi-Theatre
Humroy Whyte
I remember when we met,
It was during poetry in session,
I was in a changing room almost ready;
When suddenly the door swung open-
Then you walked in stepped to a rhythm;
Flowing, from the guitar sounding:
“Prengeh prangah
to regga raga
On the corner
To blow-wow
What palaver?
See it there now
Prengeh prangah
To regga raga”
Stood there smiling, as if reading
Each other; bursting into laughter,
Hearts pulsed in blood seed, sinews,
Cheerful tears, wept like a leaky hose,
In grandma’s backyard doing:
“Prengeh prangah
to regga raga
On the corner
To blow-wow
What palaver?
See it there now
Prengeh prangah
To regga raga”
Oh, what love shall really and truly do?
While still we meet for God’s sake, so:
Hold on close as we travel together,
Via the highway home is on the way;
That look say it all, there are no words
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