In myself confused room, the neighbors’ alarm clock echoes through my wall, jolts me to a sudden wake. It’s sunny day someday this year, yet my heart is dark asking which year? Does this jostle ever end? I budget on my loose change economy, Yesterdays fresh milk is my today’s mala.I wonder if mama mwikali will give me ugali ya kobole tonight? This chronic disease causes a sharp pain somewhere around the Right or left ventricle, Maeneo mbali mbali. Incurable ailments of humanity; of soldiers and presidents, of paupers and Sheraes, of the city and the sun. Of answers.
As the day breaks, Stories untold cry for a hearing. Nature’s unseen opens in the glimmering light of day. Silent understanding comes to the surface; Crystal clear yet trapped in a prism. This diamond needs a shape
Sherae
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