For our Friend and his family - FRANKLIN KWAWU
Who passed 31 July 2022
A Poem by Mark Barry
BAZ AND FRANKLIN INADVERTENTLY GO BANANAS
(Laughing With Each Other And Not At Each Other)
A pasty-faced midriff Irishman and chubby-cheeked African American
Enter the South Woodford Odeon in 2008 with no idea of what’s on
Yet, in a flash-flood moment of on-the-go Mensa-level decision making
They settle on a movie poo-pooed by critics, but publicly beloved
Redoing the minor fleapit rounds. Yes folks – back by popular demand
It's Mamma Mia – a feature film with a lot of ABBA songs in it
A movie where a dungaree-clad Meryl Streep mulls over a Greek Island
Tragedy and the kind of fanny-fulfilling quandary that all ladies dread
(especially post the have-at-it-goer-years of old)
How do I navigate the triple-lock Shagathon that will be bonking senseless
Pierce Brosnan, Colin Firth and Stellan Skarsgärd (yet again)
Without any of these three-possible-fathers knowing of their lost progeny
Who turned out to be an even bigger sea-and-sandals-sexpot than their mum…
Armed with triple-scoops of Ben & Jerry's Ice Cream and Coke cartons
Bigger than Paraguay's national debt and King Kong's loving derriere
We quickly seat our late asses in the bat-blind disconcerting pitch black
But the moment the dappled-sea of the Mediterranean hits the screen
We notice that the small crowd of thirty or so are all Men decked out
In truly garish Seventies-period ABBA outfits complete with sequined
Pink-heart belly-button cut-out crush-velvet onesies, feather boas
Handmade skinny knob-stems (as mikes) and PRIDE colour schemes…
Up comes the lyrics to the first song with a bouncing ball across the words
And the entire audience goes into mini-microphone waving routines
As they start laying into a full-throated Sound of Music Leicester Square
Type thing, because that's what it is, a Sing-Along Showing of Mamma Mia
Both Chunky Monkey and Banana Ripple Boys titter at their good luck
As we join in on what soon becomes an all-comers Disco Hootenanny…
I have many memories of Franklin like that, the two of us on the raz
Having a laugh, indulging in our dual passion for big-screen movies
And cool food accoutrements that sported way too many calories
And now he's gone, after years of cholesterol and heart complications
His grown-up kids Lauren and Selase mourning his loss on Facebook
Me sat there, with tears running down my face
But not like the tears of fun we had that night
When we were welcomed into their world and laughed ourselves silly
Alongside Trans Pop Music fans praising how well Frida and Agnetha
Have aged and aren't the music and fashion of Sweden just the best…
Originally from Ghana, and returned home to Africa in his final years
I have many memories of Franklin Kwawu, my unlikely pal, like that…
So, here's to the people who travel across oceans to better their lot
Who raise a family through thick and thin
Trek into work in the miserable rain, despite being worse for the wear
Here's to the risk-takers and mistake-makers and diversity jawbreakers
With their fuck-adversity determination to be true to themselves
Here's to friends chatting on a WhatsApp Video Call across continents
One now in a wheelchair, relearning speech after the first hobbling stroke
Here's to two very Hetro Types singing along with a troupe of very Gay Men
Laughing with each other and not at each other
The Dancing Queens and Super Troopers shaking their tailfeathers
Loving a Voulez Vous moment of pleasure
So unexpected and acceptance divine
Here's to breaking down barriers, instinctive forward motion
To bringing cheer, to reaching out, remembering life at its best
Going loco, going nuts, going bananas with the best audience ever
Shedding skin in our drab picket-fence sexual stodginess
Here's to the young-at-heart and up-for-it friends, enjoying life's mess
Swimming towards the all-encompassing umbrella of Love
Stretching out to a no-chains-horizon
In a limitless sea...
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