The Snoring Strange Mate

I woke up to a sound

I woke up to sounds

How I wish it was sweet

Sweet like the melodies

from an Afrikan bird of the Afrikan Savanna or Jungle!

How I wish it was the sweet voice of my beloved

 

Awakened by the sound of a tractor ploughing our Afrikan fields

No! It is the sound of my strange hotel room mate!

 

I turn and twist in vain

I cover my head with my pillow

The sound is still in my ear
It reminds me of the roaring lions of Afrika

 

I pray for the morning to come

The morning to release me from bondage

 

The irritation is unbearable

Should I shake him up?

Should I sing to my ancestors?

I slide the side lamp do produce a sound
I hit my wooden bed with my shoe
I sound awakens him

It sounds like the sound from the ancestral
bongo drums of the Congo!

Behold!
The snoring stops....!
Only temporarily
My torment continues....!