By Kanute Tangwa aka K(C)anute Tangwa
Peeling off the veneer of the present/
a-one-way-in one-way-out/
one road, one destiny/
– town
feeders snaking and burrowing into rock-strewn neighbourhoods
sauntering from wolihvamba to tirzoni/
kalabot splashing free on both flanks
– with a final dash at soppo, gbea town stony new lay outs
– reminisces of german bantustan inglorious ingenuity
not without the taste of the will of the great kuva
– bolting like scared scavengers, leaving gravenreuth and stetten behind
one road, one belt/
undoing its fly/
as it forks left and right to bwassa and gbea/
nestling at its crotch the schloss and relics of the german imperium/
overarched by the mighty mvako/
at episodic full-term labours/
lept, touched and illuminated the skies to the wonder of hanno.
Buea,
your worth few tongues can tell/
Buea,
your worth few minds can decipher.