I wonder how long, you awful parasite,
Shall share with me this little bed,
And make me, from my sweet dreams be lost,
By sucking blood from my poor head.
I should but say man has much
Blood, which you and your families do feed
On; for supper, dinner, and lunch,
And besides, you do in my bed breed.
Clever thou art, tiny creature;
You attend me when I am deep asleep;
When thou art sure, I can’t you capture,
Just at the time I snore deep.
‘Tis so strange that before twilight,
The bed clear of you would seem;
For not one of you is in my sight;
As if your presence was in a dream
Sam Mbure is an active Kenyan writer; learn more about him here.
Some months ago I posted my own poem about a cockroach I met in Sierra Leone. If you read it and compare, it will be clear that Sam is a professional poet and I am an economist. I am grateful to never have – to my knowledge – encountered Sam’s awful parasite. Something to look forward to yet in life. I read his poem in Wole Soyinka’s Poems of Black Africa.
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Give yourself some credit- I like both poems. That said, I can definitely do without the bugs…