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Waiganjo Ndirangu

Homeward I walk in the night
On a path by fire flies lit,
underbrush licks my ankles,
castor seeds feel my under-feet
And the raw smell of fertility
of my motherland tickles my nostrils.

Oh, and the moon overhead
Winks tirelessly down at me
Through an endless crisscross of twigs.
Like a smitten lover behind a picket fence,
So the shy smile of the baby moon.

Stolen from reality,
I am loving the moon back,
dancing with the crickets,
howling with the wolves;
suddenly- I arrive
And behold,
the marvels of a generous jacaranda!

The blessing it does bring:
embellishes my humble yard in purple;
a litter of flowers, not just a couple!
And into my hut sneaks
in good measure a rare perfume.

Kieni Bushes

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