The Ofi Press Magazine

International Poetry and Fiction from Mexico City

Jack Mapanje: 1 Poem Published

Another load shedding 

 

This dark will go on forever
so stand up, feel your way
to the laptop desk where the drawer
has a box of matches, strike one
and enter the kitchen, in the bottom
drawer of the third shelf are candles,
light one, take it to the living room,
sit down, and ask your wife why
she decided to feed the monkeys that
woke you up so early today, squealing
leaping from tree branch to rooftop
as if you did not matter, doesn’t she
know there are people out there
who would do with a banana
and an orange?

 “But we are not out there, we
are here in the dark, for another 
three hours probably, and those 
monkeys were sweet, one carefully 
peeling the banana then nibbling at it, 
the other first wrestling with the orange 
pips, like you and me; you shared pawpaw 
with monkeys at Ku Chawe Inn breakfast 
on Zomba Plateau once, what of these? 
I would do it again any day, and when 
the lights come back on I’ll Skype 
Joseph in Luxembourg or Nathan 
in Welwyn Garden City about 
their grandma’s encounters with
the cute monkeys of Gaborone.”

This dark will go on forever

so stand up, feel your way

to the laptop desk where the drawer

has a box of matches, strike one

and enter the kitchen, in the bottom

drawer of the third shelf are candles,

light one, take it to the living room,

sit down, and ask your wife why

she decided to feed the monkeys that

woke you up so early today, squealing

leaping from tree branch to rooftop

as if you did not matter, doesn’t she

know there are people out there

who would do with a banana

and an orange?

 

 “But we are not out there, we

are here in the dark, for another

three hours probably, and those

monkeys were sweet, one carefully

peeling the banana then nibbling at it,

the other first wrestling with the orange

pips, like you and me; you shared pawpaw

with monkeys at Ku Chawe Inn breakfast

on Zomba Plateau once, what of these?

I would do it again any day, and when

the lights come back on I’ll Skype

Joseph in Luxembourg or Nathan

in Welwyn Garden City about

their grandma’s encounters with

the cute monkeys of Gaborone.”

Poem by Jack Mapanje (Malawi)

Published in Issue 35 of The Ofi Press. 

About the Poet

Read more about Jack Mapanje here.

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