M - James

I hope, before they hang me,
I will go back to Gondar with you
Tell me again of the one-legged boy
playing football in the dusty street,
spiced, homemade coffee in the evenings,
the guide who swigs rank beer
and runs up mountains all day,
Tell me of the high religious sunsets
I like to travel, but I also like your stories
Let's be troubadours in Africa