Tag: Jalada


Going to Kampala

Sometimes I ask Mother Karua to tell me stories of her past How it was like growing up back in the day when the world was in black and white I ask about her first date I ask who...

Bass Weejuns On Tiptoes

Mosquito larvae shared gutter space with floating cadavers Chopped hairy thighs Grass had grown wild and roads were trashed Overturned dustbins -- mushrooms on the spiky hides of...

The Day You Walked Away

Have you ever seen a twig dry and frail – tossed about by wind on the river bank I was, the day you walked from me: an apple tree you had tended and plucked daily as the...

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