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Tuesday, November 17, 2020
Nairobi is a quick lover
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First flash: a business-bright billboard smile; A suit far too neat for the jam on Jogoo Road; A suit too well knit, too well fitting,...
The Forgotten Bomb
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(Adapted into Madonna’s song ‘Don’t Cry for Me Argentina’’s tune: Don’t cry for me, oh my daddy The truth is i will leave you This is my ...
Tuesday, June 21, 2016
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Falling for WAR Out of darkness of night, peeps she like a star As a diamond in the dark, dazzles she among tar She prances forth ...
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Even dirt, with a little glitter If a rock is hard and black If a tree is large and soft Must it be granite at heart? Baobab inside?...
Monday, September 14, 2015
Tree lore: 'Why trees are ever standing'
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Hush the swish in your leaves Tender twig, halt your play Young trees, slow your sway Listen to us old wood! "it wasn...
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Thursday, March 26, 2015
My Past
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Death, thou art loosed! My head is full Of sounds of a shovel Of sands shoved Of rocks moved Of ground punched To sink a necess...
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Thursday, August 4, 2011
A Dream of Love, Reality of War & Memories of a Street in Libya.
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Dear mother, We are all here, Swaleh, Fuad Death and I, Of our own will we stay. Everything here is momentous- Friendships firm up overnight...
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