Do you remember?

Do you remember the day I met you in Addis and got myself jailed in the prison of your stare?

Do you recall that moment your eyes promised me a new heaven in The Hague?

What about the song you sang, so proud and loud I didn’t have a choice but to vote you 90 times?

Do you remember the shock that ripped through their bodies when I gave you the throne

And you, like an infant excited about its first step, tripped and fell like the Grandpa on AU Street?