Spicy Thai Ballad

 

Julius Nyerere Avenue, this quiet thursday night, September ninth

I was walking towards the Thai restaurant after my stomach reminded me to feed my system. Earphones glued to my ears, i-Pod playing in stereo.

I crossed a friend on the way, said hi and walked away.

Life resumed, it was just another night I presumed.

I wasn’t prepared for such a warm reception.

No it can’t be what I did see.

No, my mind’s dreaming at home, roaming, I’m yawning, falling asleep,

I couldn’t be falling for her…deep.

She had me at “hello” as I crossed the threshold.

I’m fading (exhale), she was sympathetic, baby girl just had it.

Her description could take a while,

soft, cinnamon-like skin, you should have seen her pearly smile.

Hair was wavy like a newborn baby’s.

Reminiscent of my first real crush,

except she was Mozambican flavoured, baby girl gave me a rush!

-“Boa noite”, she welcomed effervescently.

Err what am I here for? Ohh I can hear my stomach roar, that’s it

- “Boa noite, eu venho encomendar um arroz, qual é que recomendas?”.

Smooth Ed, except there was something else you shoulda said

I couldn’t think, GOD this girl was alluring, she smiled first, she smiled back, through those perky rosy lips.

I was so clumsy, I could have accidentally sinked in them.

What am I here for again? Oh yeah I’m hungry

She suggested fried rice with eggs and spice.

I placed my order…this girl…despite of my eye disorder.

After all this time, that I was strolling through cloud nine,

ironically I forgot my money. I couldn’t find a coin, note or wallet in my pockets.

I did react, got up and said I’d be right back.

She turned to me and said they needed my contact.

-“082932102”, I recited

-“Nome?”

-“Edgar”

I should have made a remark, instead I ran back looking for scraps like a hood rat.

How could I have forgotten my credit card, I’m such a retard.

Anyways, I grabbed it and took some time to spray some Baldessarini.

Walked back, now she could hear me.

-“Demorei?”, I asked in a quirky tone.

She gave off a chuckle, just then I wanted to hold her, buckled.

I walked through to pay my due, I’m 100% she smelt my scent.

Picked up my pack, insured I left an impact,

though not sufficient in my eyes. I said goodbye.

As I walked back I turned seeing she was looking at me.

Heartthrob, that is the real meaning you see.

Immortalized in this Spicy Thai Ballad.

                                                                                      Edgar Munguambe Maputo, 100904