Writings by Kama Sywor Kamanda
Woman of tomorrow
Visionary woman, free woman,
You’re the star that fascinates the poet!
Your presence as a light between two nights,
Brighten our horizons and expose our dark souls!
I am your companion;
Find the devoted admirer in me!
With a flower in hand, I am coming to you,
To praise your courage, your ideals and all your desires!
Thus, I seep into the most secret of your imagination,
To create a fair world for you tomorrow.
(Kama Kamanda, Femme d’avenir, oeuvre poétique, page 27)
I look at the morning sky,
And I inhale the scent of nature
Tenderness like an ecstasy
That a woman expresses in desire;
When eyes closed,
She bonds to her lover in an absolute dream,
In a pleasure that overflows the senses
In an embrace that makes the world forget,
Despair, fear and suffering.
The horizon is a fountain
Colorful and elusive.
The Sun as a hope rouses my blood.
I’d like to climb every hill of life,
And conquer all the mountains
Built with my sufferings and my destiny!
(Kama Kamanda, Sensualité, oeuvre poétique, page 49)
The lonely lover
I am the lonely lover of the dark hours…
The man of the night and exquisite pleasures…
My strong arms have held
Many but never the same…
Women, I love you…
Black, yellow, white;
Redheads, blonds or brunettes.
Your hair has engulfed my loneliness,
But my soul was always bare
Under my black skin…
Only the call from the savanna
And my brunette companion,
Revive, oh Women,
My poor solitary life…
(Kama Kamanda, L’amant solitaire, oeuvre poétique, page 173)
Finally I have found you,
You, my soul
Waited for an eternity…
Oh my magical creation,
Oh woman, I have loved you
After long wanting you.
I wandered from loneliness to loneliness
And my whole body is yours,
Because your love has conquered me.
(Kama Kamanda, Enfin…, oeuvre poétique, page 193)
Happiness has eluded in the meanderings of fate!
Love has deserted the sky of my visions
And my deserted heart gets lost in the clouds.
I was the Sun of your universe,
And you are the source of my rivers.
Today the remnants of our life disappear,
Our dreams fade in the waves
And our hopes break in distant storms.
The old dreams are dying
in the depth our memories.
Immortality is the flame that lights our way.
The geniuses have betrayed our oaths
And the women in our lives go away
As a wild sea departs,
Laughing in its whirls,
With its downpours, wrecks and mirages,
Without thinking about her victims.
(Kama Kamanda, Abandon, oeuvre poétique, page 962)