I wrote this in Nigeria after two months in Ghana. My chocolate fix has come due to landing in Romania! But, here you go, a little poem on my long lost love: chocolate.
Chocolate O Chocolate
Where Art Thou O Chocolate?
Oh how I love thee. Oh how I miss thee.
Normally I find you wherever I go. Plenty of you to choose from.
Shelves of brothers and sisters and cousins galore.
Shelves of brothers and sisters and cousins galore.
I can have you white, dark or milk.
Even with nuts!
Add some nugget, caramel or peanut butter to make the palet soar.
Oh my favorite marriage: Mr. and Mrs. Mint Chocolate, Oh how I adore thee.
Your marriage ceremony is normally one I can attend regularly.
Oh the shortage in witnessing the union of the two of you and the
attendance of the rest of your family.
But, oh the number of funerals I’ve been invited to lately.
The words: “It is finished” in response to my cry for you at a local store
are like arrows to my heart.
Yet, now I would glady trade the current words I hear: “There’s no chocolate here at all,
nor will there ever be” for the chance to hear the possibility of a restocking occuring.
My how I thought the words I’d heard a month ago were the most unpleasant to my ears.
But, I have found an even lower pit of despair. But, wait! I have discovered a long long
lost fourth cousin! But, none the less part of the family.
A reunion at last.
This fourth cousin has now become my favorite relative in month 8 in Nigeria.
What an encounter, what a union: La Chocolat with Tiny Corn Balls.
Hm. A marriage I never knew was possible.
I give this union a few weeks until the possibilities
of seeing the rest of your family
present me with the sad, but
true abandonment of you,
the fourth cousin. 
Waiting, Waiting to utter the words
so long Mr. and Mrs. Chocolate Corn Bal
ls
lsand hello Mr. and Mrs. Chocolate Mint!
What a day that shall be.
Chocolate O Chocolate
Oh how I love thee, Oh how I
miss thee!
