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Maandishi
Ya dunia ni mengi ya maisha ni mengi muda mfupi saa chache Inabidi kuishi tu – kujaribu kung’ang’ana na tunazojali
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Siku ya kujuana
I want to be completely bored with you to lie by your side and feel utter boredom no thoughts save the two of us; the minutes flying by.
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how to make a good (french) toast
Feel hungry. Remember you have a last-week-bought sourdough and from-September eggs; a (french) toast starter pack!!! So hoppity hop to the kitchen take eggs and bread from fridge. Oh wait, are those my tomatoes? Yes – we’ll have them then. Woooah, is that my salted butter stick? Aaaaaaah, a feast! So quickly, butter in pan…
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Softly
like rolling in BlueBand like stirring in warm chocolate watching snow patter on a window like earl grey sips on a grey afternoon, honey and lemon, like realizing it’s raining outside and slumber claimed you, like sinking into bed after a day weeding maize seedlings like gliding on a slide in Thika and bloop splashing…
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waves
What is the world come to when the first hand touched another unassumed, unassuming, unassumingly, How do I tell you the world is everywhere when you How do I tell you I cannot capture my fear How do I tell you that the heavens are but avenues for your splendorous rage, mystifying gaze. I promised…
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Waking
It is not yet dawn but the night has waned and I’m in that crepuscular purgatory, 4:55AM sleep heavy on my eyes but fleeting behind them So I lie awake, asleep in one, in all moments I have lain like this: When in a basement room in Genova I woke with a start and made…
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Tailor
I woke up at 4Am this morning from a dream about the Vietnamese tailor who commanded me, sweet clear firm kind tone soon as I set foot in that upstairs shop with my oversized job-going trousers needing work Baby boy! Put them on As she led me to the changing room and left me to…
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[asking of name]
When I asked for your name I did not know that questions have force-full answers, I was yet to comprehend the power in knowing a name the powerlessness in being swelled by that which introduces being or the powerful-ness; it is hard to tell I was still in the pre-knowing-you era and was unaware, looking-back-kind-of-ridiculously…
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crackling peace
Have you felt the wind rush through your armpits making a parachute out of your baggy t-shirt as you ride atop a bodaboda, Or, with cold hands, after you’ve trudged the rain outside and cucu hands you a steaming cup of dufia after you’ve changed into dry garb, the feeling of your shivering fingers furling…