The darkness of the night
Gives way to darkened darkness.
The stories told around the fire
Now ride on the chariots of fleeing fireflies.
The stools are overturned
And the fires sleep under ashes.
The earthenware pot resting on the caresses of cunning cockroaches,
Savours the scent and holds tight to the slippery okro
Whose siblings now rest in the bossom of sleeping stomachs.
Giggles have turned snores.
That grow so tall but is assured of a fall at dawn.
The melodies of chirping birds give way to the chatter of crickets
Accompanied by the silent moos from the cattle in distant darkness.
The trees rest their arms and slumber along the night breeze
The moon smiles behind sleeping huts.
In the coziness of my queen size
I miss the warmth of the village mat.