Nameless

I was chilling below my building with my hommie
Having a laugh over the stories he just told me
An unexpected event then unfolded
An exotic beauty walked by, whose body moved to a rhythmic anthem,
She made me lose my momentum
Her hair billowed as she passed by,
looking at my hommie with a smile she said “Hi”
My jaw dropped as she walked
“Do you know her??”
“I’ve seen her around, forget it she’s out of your league, I don’t think she gets down”
My hommie waved a hand over my face,
I wasn’t there I was in space
Was I in heaven was I in paradise I couldn’t figure,
this girl was alluring through fullness of figure
My eyes were on her in a trace as she walked away…
….Nameless

A few days later I was in the cell shop
Over the cashier about to top up my phone
Then I heard a voice in a soft mellow tone
In a stupor I turned, it was her.
She asked the attendant for airtime
While I stood there thinking, “man this girl is fine…”
She paid, got her top up and her aroma followed her as she left in no time
She whisked me away,
I was about to follow her when the attendant said, “hey, you’ve still got to pay!”,
pointing his finger at me as if I was so cunning,
when I only wanted to introduce myself to that honey
“Sorry here’s your money”
Then I ran outside looking to the sides, she was gone with no trace besides her aroma, she was gone…
….Nameless

Saturday night I was in the club, with my cousin and her hub.
I was the odd one out, the one without love
I was dancing to the sound of the DJ above with my cous
Trying to have fun sober, whilst people were drunk and high allover
As I spun I saw her on the banister coming down
I lost my flow and stepped on my cousin’s toe
The girl saw it and laughed, whilst my cousin shouted, “watch your steps!”
I said, “My bad”, then I looked back and the girl wasn’t there
My eyes darted but I’d lost her track. Once again she walked away…
…Nameless

I went home and felt like the night was unfulfilling and silly, I acted unwillingly.
The next day was a quiet Sunday, I had nothing on my agenda.
My mind wondered about that exotic girl, ‘who is she? where does she live? Did I blow it, will I ever see her again?’
And then my phone rang
“Hi…”…a soft mellow voice
“Hi, I got your number from a common friend, I hope it’s no prob, see I saw you at the club and also the other day buying airtime, I know girls don’t usually do this but can we meet up sometime?”
I said, “Believe it or not from the moment I saw you that was my aim but I had no game”
“That’s the thing about you, that’s cute in a clumsy sort of way”
I laughed, “it’s a date then, just one thing, what’s your name?....”

By
    Edgar Munguambe

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