At the fourteenth staircase
I met musical Dickson
The grandson of John Thomas
who has become a game
in many untelevised moments.
He said he has a plantation
I was curious about it
Then I asked in string-cord
‘the one our family built in those days? ‘
No. The one that monkey loves.
I ain’t a baboon
Why should I follow you!
Smiles. He said in sonorous lullaby
Are Bananas only meant for Monkeys?
Shocked. I love bananas though
Especially Manzano and Cuban Red!
I now felt some heavy memories
Then he asked again
How did you master the art of banana?
Smiles. My father first gave it to me
When I was young, at twelve.
Because he lost his job and honors
And mom couldn’t help
He developed blood pressure though asthmatic
Chuckled. Doctor gave it to my dad and I
Mom never loved it cos of her culture.
Dickson was very glad, jumping!
I was a little bit confused
Then he said again
‘I have banana plantation for you`
What type in particular? I asked
He just opened his tablet to show me.
It’s a new specie
Due to science and civilization
Its approach is really different
I don’t have to peel anything
And it will be sweeter than my dad’s
Then I asked again
Hope I won’t be scared?
He smiled again
Have you ever been scared of paradise?
I said no. My mom usually says
It’s the reward of believers hereafter.
Dickson took me to the plantation
And gave it to me
And I was singing while eating
Cos I was ruptured in euphoria
Then I asked for more, more and more.
After that recipe for happiness
I took some suckers with me
I found a better ground, like Dickson’s
To establish my own plantation
Cos Dickson is a cheerful giver, so magnanimous!
And I also have my ego to protect.