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BATHING IN THE RIVER


 

 

At a creek of the Congo River

Bathing myself in full swing,

Fully naked; soap foam all over my body

Covering my face with sight hinder

My eyes not clearly seeing where soap piece is,

Moving my hand to the soap without my look

As a huge snake, the black mamba reconnoitres too,

To dine on the same scarce soap

Before I take the soap, the snake swallows,

Then smoothly the snake disappears into the whirlpool

Without my knowledge as I keep on touching

Different parts of the river stones.

 

 

 

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