As we kissed under the plum tree,
My legs disobeyed gravity
The harmattan season gave way
For our joyful love to blossom.
It felt like a risky adventure,
As we kissed under the plum tree.
Our hearts raced a drum line parade
And, every nerve danced to the tune.
The hair on our arms gave signals;
It was a predestined moment
As we kissed under the plum tree;
No soul dared foul such purity.
It had been designed from the start,
Ever since our first date strapped onto
Our mamas’ backs while they gossiped,
As we kissed under the plum tree.
Read When I Slumber – A Poem by Adejumo David, Ghana
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