(Written for Gillian on the way to Bafut)
Bed of roses
That`s what I know and that`s what they think
But this jolly life isn`t like that
It`s made of ups and downs
It`s made of day and night
It`s made of the sweet and the bitter
And we can`t change that
It`s the same for Mambu, Nseh, Nforya, Agyati.
Even so, I so love my faithful bed of roses
Although like Mars it may falter and wink and blink
So you see, it`s not all about thorny crowns
On the way to Bafut last night
Like Prof. Victor Amaazee, I journeyed with the Minstrel poet
He penned an amazing one on me and declared: “That`s art!”
That`s why today, even without our Dr. Ntumngia, I must go to Bamali.