Poem: The Spirit of Ma Wouj

The fog covers the green leaves of the trees.
The night falls over the beautiful village of Ma Wouj.
And, far away, I can hear the rush of people going home,
I can listen the machetes cutting a little bit more of wood,
before the darkness is completely born.

And in the gray sky, there is a bird flying around swiftly,
dancing at the compass of the breeze,
while the children enjoy a little bit more of the light,
juts before it goes away.

And the adults prepare the fire to cook
and feed equally the numerous members of their families,
among the abundant scarcity of food in a village such as Ma Wouj.

Tonight, it is chilly
and my ears rejoice of the typical melody of the glow-worms
in the beautiful village of Ma Wouj.

Certainly, tonight, as many other nights,
you will take care of the sick ones,
you will calm down the hunger of you kids,
you will close your eyes and dream.

You will dream about a future that seems unfeasible,
you will dream about a delicious and abundant dish of food,
you will dream about your children going to school,
and dream about a cup of good coffee.

And, in the midst of my deep meditation
and admiration of your greatness,
as you, I close my eyes,
and contemplate your daily chore of darkness.
I ask my dad and my mom to send their luminous spirit
so that the day after tomorrow
I can bloom in you a smile that lasts forever.
From my heart, I leave you my peace
and in my soul, I take your love.

For the spirit of Ma Wouj.