Mr. Engineer, This is my Dream House. How much will it cost ?

It is cardinally flat
Probably four hundred feet square
Unpartitioned.

The floor wooded
Two walls mudded; two walls glassed
The roof thatched.

It faces the hilly Virgin forest in the East
And gazes the smoky city in the West horizon

Birds nest in the apex
A wild dog wags at the veranda
A cat purrs on the wollen couch
Bees harbour in the lintel

The North wall supports a library
Full of African literature books
And African explorer's journals.

The south wall is plastered with clay drawings
Of gods masks and Darwin portrait
All inside a naked man and woman lines
Fighting.

I want to be the first
To see the crescent thing in the West
And the full yellow glow in the morning East
That when I think of basking on the sleeping mat
I just do.

Rain blown to the mud walls
Will produce a healing breath
The trees of fruits
Will feed me without much labour.

The owl, python and fox
Will be my neighbours.

And I will dwell in that house
Forevermore.

I wrote this poem in solitude. It is not what I think I wrote

source: cozystylishchick.com