From this world
Over to the next

And you will not ever again eat
The couscous
Pounded millet
And cooled water
I bowed down
To give you
My king
Tyrant of my world
You are done here.

Are you still watching my every move?

My back still aches
And you never knew

Your

Last wife
Of the compound
Do I grieve now?
Mariama will know
She too pounded millet
Into your song
King in so many places
Some of the countries that witnessed us
No longer exist
Borders have changed
Boundaries gone
And they will never forget you
Singing your praises
Joyously