World travel

[creativesoul]

A long time ago
The children were young
Beautiful- innocent
And I could not handle
Anything
The father was in Africa

When I was living there
I went to the pharmacy
You do not need a Doctor

There were servants
Drivers and oil
There were gangsters
I was supposed to shut up and look beautiful
I was nodding out in Lagos at dinner
Strange food like garri
Green sauce

Pan ash
The Greek dude
His head was cut off and hanging in the restaurant
Walking through dark alleys
To an underground restaurant club
Muslims dancing to michael Jackson
The streets are filled with children selling Coca Cola on there head
Women with firewood and a child tied to her back

The driver took me to badagry beach
The company had a house there
My son found a soccer team
He climbed cocanut trees

I had a taste of danger
It felt real
When the soldier held a machine gun on my baby
Fortunately I knew he was tense
We gave him palm wine a woman gave me that day
The day after that man really did shoot someone

How was it so

[creativesoul]

My second son was conceived in that beach house
The dolphins brought the fish
They lived in palm frong huts
Cooked with firewood
Lots of rice

[creativesoul]

One man had 17 wives and forty children
He had a bed that turned around and around
Jesus movies played at all times in his home

We drank so much champagne that day
Afterwards I laid into my husband about how wrong that is
He told me : things I did not want to hear

[saw]

sometimes our real lives read like movies...
sometimes world travel is wild travel.....