In the beginning there was you

Many moons ago Although we were so young
We were nature’s second sun
We were always on the same page
I crossed your t’s
You dotted my i’s
Days, weeks, month, years
Out of the blue I got an e-mail from you
“I got married” was all I did read
Were you just bringing my wheels up to speed?
Or was it your nickel for my thoughts?
The earth was flat
The sun spun around the earth
There is a ring on your ring
And a knot on my throat

Winter succeeds Autumn
Spring will always follow
The sun will rise tomorrow
And you’ll still be…
The first woman I ever loved

I speak of love, don’t be mistaken
I speak of being, not making
Today I wonder why we never tried long distance
But there is no point trying to insist
It’s all water under the bridge
But is it? It isn’t
I would have thrown caution to the wind
Just to see you in your wedding dress
Reality check, I should just
Click reply and wish you happiness

Winter succeeds Autumn
Spring will always follow
The sun will rise tomorrow
And you’ll still be…
The first woman I ever loved

By
    Edgar Munguambe 010411

I miss you so much

This prose is dedicated to all my friends that had to leave to do their thing

You left without saying goodbye

I can’t blame you for not playing favourites, weather girl or guy

I’ve got to keep busy and not dwell on these things

Otherwise it’s a method to my madness…

...but I can’t help it…

I miss you so much

I hope we stay in touch

I knew it before but now that you’re far

I reflect more on the great person that you are

There’s facebook, skype, msn and twitter

But nothing compared to being with you

...That’s why I can’t help it...

I miss you so much

I hope we stay in touch

The hard truth is you are miles apart

I know you had to go and do your thing

You’ve got your goals and dreams to live

But I can’t help it, I wish you were here

I miss you so much

I hope we stay in touch (x 2)

A feeling so helpless, helpless

I miss you so much

Edgar Munguambe 200910

Still not over you

Still not over you (spicy thai ballad pt 4)

I’ve said this before, I can’t get over you

I saw you with another guy

All I could say was “hi”

All you did was reply with that smile I loved to compliment

Then away you went, hand in hand

You and another man are F-U-C-K-I-N-G

First comes a love, then comes marriage,

Then comes the baby in a golden carriage

I am jealous

But what’s the use?! Do I want you back? I’m so confused

Chorus:

Why am I still not over you?

I’m still not over you

What’s the use? I’m so confused

I’m still not over you (x 2)

I’m your cyber stalker, viewing your profile again and again

If an event requires your RSVP,

 Even if it’s definitely maybe

I attend in hopes to see your face,

It's usually the case where you don't show up at the place

Though last Saturday you did

Saw you from far in the club, my heart skipped a beat

I couldn’t even sum up the courage to talk to you

Why am I feeling so odd around someone I loved?

I know your parts,

That smile, brings a wrinkle on the left and a dimple on the right

That birthmark on your inner thigh

That beauty mark above your eye

Just to name a few, we were so intimate, me and you

 So why can’t we ever go beyond “hi”?!

But what’s the use?!  Do I want you back? I’m so confused

Chorus

But wait a sec, thinking of your flaws in retrospect

You’ve stood me up in the cold

 At times you wouldn’t return my calls

Leaving me to sleep and awake with a broken heart

Apologies full of “I love yous” in the afternoon

Only to repeat it all over again and again

You caused me pain, why would I want you back? I’m so confused

Chorus

Edgar Munguambe 140410

I can't get over you

Me performing "I can't get over you" @ Gil Vicente bar, Maputo

I can't get over you (spicy thai ballad pt 3)

I haven’t seen you since last September, it’s been so long

But I still remember what you had on.

You donned an orange top, golden cornrows and some flops

I wanted us to have lunch,

But tick tock you were in a rush,

So you caught a cab and that was the last of us

Soon after that I had to go to college,

Errands and bad timing didn’t permit us to say goodbye, I acknowledge it

Time passed, as a matter of fact,

It’s been a year since we had any contact

When I came back home

I called you but you must have changed your phone

Because all I heard was a busy tone

I could have visited you by surprise,

But I held my pride

Telling myself I would move on but it was all lies

Every time I pass by the restaurant where I first saw you,

I think about the first moment that inspired the first poem I wrote you

Cupid struck me as I crossed the threshold,

You had me at hello,

And I still walk around with that arrow

Every time I see a fine girl in the distance,

My heart flutters for an instant,

Could it be you? It never is, how can I get out of this trance?

My mind keeps playing tricks

Even when I’m scrolling through my cellphone pics

My homegirl even asked, “Who is that chick?

Besides all the cell pics of your other peeps,

You look at that one with a glow in your eyes that never lies”

I can’t get over you.

Is it so obvious that your memory is not oblivious?

This is vicious

I even hooked up,

But needless to say, I couldn’t fall in love

I would kiss her, thinking of you

And the first time we kissed under the full moon

It was profound and deep,

I even pinched myself to check if I was asleep

It didn’t take a while to see that this new relationship was futile

From time to time she would say or do,

Something that reminded me of you

I called it quits, I was through

Because I can’t get over you, that’s the truth

Though there are lots of girls to mingle,

For months I then tried to stay single,

I thought it would be the best way to deal with it, yet still,

What we had was so real

I can’t get over you, it’s an ordeal

You are on my mind all the time, what a common rhyme

Those memories, those dates, your messages, your body,

Your walk, your talk, your lips, your kiss, your photos, your odour,

I give up! I’m letting my guard down.

I’ll put this pen down and come around

To say it in your eyes that though time flies

I just can’t get over you, I love you

                                                                                                   Edgar Munguambe  050607

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