Never- ending ardour

so I have loved Africa
With no illusions and no madness
I am woken up by the insomnia
Of the terror of the trembling earth

so I have thought of the sea
Believing that happiness
Was an immense river
Which will flow in the midst of the desert

so I have crossed the Atlantic ocean for the West
In search of democracy
But I am woken up by the insomnia
Of the great disappointment of my loss of identity

so I have thought of my mother
And I believe that maternal love
Is an unchangeable flower – sempiternal
Which flowers in my veins to give me more ardour

Aime Kongolo