By Gloria Mwaniga.
In a far away land,
to the east of Nairobi,
There lies a strange city in the sun.
An old and ageless city.
Where girls abandon their clothes.
And men stay in the water like fish
The sun rays burn brightly and heat up the city.
The water is salty and warm,
Madafu is the drink that sells in that old city.
Where soil is white and sandy,
And the beaches filled with locals and tourists.
The buildings tell tales,
of Vasco Dagama and merchants,
Who traversed the land in the early years.
Drinking spiced teas and biriani at Eid.
They say that the water carries mysteries,
of jinni women and queens of the sea.
And the shells carry voices,
of lovelorn lovers lost in the vast waters.
The locals sit under coconut trees,
The shirts abandoned to keep the heat off.
They tell tales of sea…
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