"LANDLORD IS HERE!"

By Julius Malah Matete Munthali You came by, picking me up in an old BMW We drove to a distinct bar in the sarbubs Under the rainbow of disco lights I took hold of your hand Our chests slightly touching, our lips almost touching "Can we dance?" Many cheered us at the dance floor Our dancing techniques were conspicuously unique We were a marvel to watch I could never believe what was chancing After years of longing, yet you were in my arms I was over the moon, I felt love dancing really good in my bones "Wake up! Landlord is here!" My wife was waking me up