Friday, Oct. 24
Kribi, Cameroon

Such is the spontaneity of independent travel
that ocassionally you’ll find yourself
at 2 a.m.
dancing in a Cameroonian nightclub
intoxicated by the swankiness of the place
too-loud techno music pumping through your veins
a version of “Who let the dogs out”
that makes you throw your head back
and howl with laughter
as the room spins with colored lights.

You move alongside “les noirs,”
a handful of Spaniards — no longer strangers,
and a French man who wants to take you home,
relishing the way Cameroonian men swivel their hips
and the randomness
of Christmas decorations that dangle from the ceiling.

Santa’s watching over this after-hours party.