night in flames fireflies

after the storm
the homelessness
of fallen leaves

full moon—
cumulus clouds slowly
form a wolf

Maasai village
cattle bells awakening
the dawn

a committee
gathers in celebration
dying buffalo

morning snail
stuck on another
stuck on a leaf

full sunshine…
rainbow perishing into
butterflies

winter cold--
a swan shakes off
the night

harmattan fire outbreaks
one surest way
of communal gathering

Daddy, come quick and look:
The sky is so full of
God's foot prints.

My grandson
greets the fridge first
last night’s chicken

African summer
elephants trumpet
in the dusty plains

muddy trail of footprints
I step inside the shoe
of another

wavy sea~
a lad and his boat
seesaw

harmattan winds
the stiff permed pattern
of dry grasses

soft afternoon
baby patting the stars
from its cot

funeral speech
i put down my sorrows
in a haiku

savannah encounter
robins cheer on
a gruesome combat

weaver birds...
the bombed market
echoes back to life

year's end
her skipping rope
too short

cold harmattan morn
a shot of gin keeps
the cabman going

harmattan wind
clattering dry leaves
count their days

black mamba
coiled in sugar cane field
scythe glistening

I looked around me
In the middle of the street
Suddenly I am lost.

another lemon tree
in another country
my gazes are desires

song of the cicada
between two roof, a gray cat
leaps on the moon

roasting sun
the egret's measured steps
in buffalo shadow