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

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

The girl from the Spicy Thai

The girl from the Spicy thai (Spicy Thai Ballad pt 2)

It must have been around a quarter to five

The setting was CocoNuts live

Clubbing isn’t exactly my way of life

I must have walked a thousand times around the club

Looking for consolation for the excessive money I’d wasted

The music was loud and it was the same old crowd

I kept wondering what I was doing there

I leaned towards the balcony of the VIP, overseeing the dance floor

I scanned it, for nothing in particular

Then my eyes stopped, as I recognized a figure

Soft cinnamon-like skin, a picture perfect grin

and in the company of two friends from the orient?

I’d only seen her once before, but I was sure this was the girl from the Thai restaurant

The one that left me smitten, for over a year I wondered if I’d ever see her

My face lit up but I hesitated to man up

My shoulder angel and devil once again rebelled

-“Your heart is saying go”

-“ But your gut is saying no”

-“You’re a shy guy”

-“But you can spread your wings and fly, you’re in it to win”

- “Don’t listen to him, she’s a perfect 10, she’ll give you the hand”

- “If that’s so at least you’ll know. Make your move, people are leaving and the clock is ticking”

- “You don’t even have a pick up line”

- “Like what? Aren’t you tired from running across my mind?”

And then I said, “hush you two, I’m just going to tell her the truth”

So I took one big breath and I went down the flight of steps and to the left

I beamed a smile, that inspired her another smile

Then I said softly to her ear, “I wrote you a poem last year”

She replied with an overwhelmed smile, “really?”

I said, “You once placed my order at the Spicy Thai. When you brought the bill, I realized I’d forgotten my wallet. Silly me, I’m that guy!”

“Oh yeah I remember your face! I left the restaurant for my uncle’s place”

-“I noticed you left, I always wondered where you went”

She laughed, “Me and my friends are about to leave, but give me your number please”

-“Definitely, 082932102”

We exchanged names and she said, “I’ll text you before I go to bed”

-“OK, it was a pleasure”

A kiss on each cheek and that was the wrap

Inside I was a nervous wreck but I took the 1^st step to full effect

I made a fist with my sweaty hands and said to myself, “YES!!”

I was so over the moon, I told the people I knew that the girl had my number and she’d call me soon

They were too drunk to care less but I’d slam dunked and I had to get it of my chest

-“Yes!!!”, to the beat I said, “YES, Oh God, YES!!”

Although my inbox was empty when I shut my eyes, I called it a night

The next day, I was daydreaming of her in the morning

Anxious for her text in the afternoon

Watching the clock tick in the evening

But in my heart I knew she hadn’t deceived me

Then at night beep beep “Hi, I’m the girl from the Spicy Thai. This is my number. Smooch”

By then my smile was following me

She texted me before she went to bed, literally

And that’s how it started, my heart would never be the same

Edgar Munguambe 220809

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