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    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 sun slept.

    I emptied your letters in a kiondo
    walked down the river
    and left them on the banks

    to be swept by high tide.
    But went back early morning – afraid to lose
    your images forever

    and found them soaked but not swept.
    A man had squatted where they lay
    and left a mound – like a guava stump.

    I watched beetles fight over dung balls
    they had rolled, only to trip and
    lose their day’s struggle to the river.

    I bent and picked the scattered letters,
    your imprint stared large and straight.
    February 2007 was the date

    on the top right-hand margin, and below –
    your confession of undying bond,
    ‘Ever yours’, at the bottom.

    How could you? I threw them to the river
    My ribs ache now – broken,
    but I refuse to follow them into the river.


    © COVER PHOTO: Alexlinde

    Richard Oduor Oduku (@RichieMaccs) is a Nairobi-based poet and writer. A founding member of Jalada Africa (a pan-African writer’s collective), Hisia Zangu (a writer’s and art society), and a board member at Youth on the Move (YoTM) Kenya.

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    Touching piece, Richard

    Simuli Waliaula

    It had me thinking. Letting go.


    Is everyone just letting go lately?

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