Beuty Contest Poem by Mbusya Wa Mbusya

....For Sheila
I will never forget Kwamboka,
That night when girls came,
Gyrating hips, amusing the loner
Who played the guitar by therner,
\ that rhythm has beauty and style fused together.

I remember longingly,
The tunes they played; long practised
To go with good times,
That laughter; accentuated by plain dimples,
Pearl eyes; lighted by neon lights,
Kwamboka…
Light moments; frequented by a toss,
Then a hug, a kiss, stares, breaking
a glass without an offence,
In ritualised celebrations

How could such a scene get lost
in my amazement and self absorption? Pleasure sneaked…
In high healed shoes,
pedicured toes,
Carrying those hips, that which so precariously
Swayed gracefully,
Moving that feeble waist
Sculptured to fit
The chest of a child,
And throwing a glance with such soft pearly eyes
Asking for nothing but more melody…

Strung of the guitar, and more melody!

How can I forget kwamboka?
The night the girls came,
Gyrating hips…?