By Joyce Ashuntantang
When I fall in love, I talk about Buea
One way street into my heart: from mile 17 to Buea Town
Luscious tomatoes, color of my lipstick smudged on his shirt
Remnants of kisses falling on fertile volcanic soil
Buea rain plays see-saw;
And nipples answer the chorus on rooftops
Foggy streets clothe my innocence
Ripe bananas assuage my hunger
The taste of nyenge-nyenge** like his fragrance
Sweat from Sarola's*** chase trickles between my thighs
While fruits hang on trees in sight
The rubbery feel of plantation balls
bounces off puerile flesh.
I get lost in corridors of memory
February is no month to remember.
* The god of Mount Fako, husband to Liengu la Mwanja, mermaid of the Sea.
** Strawberries, quite common in Buea in the 1970's.
*** Frenchman, 3rd Principal of Lycée Bilingue, Buea, whose compound had different fruit trees that attracted school children.