Google Map to My Home

Behind the hills of Shabaha is our home

A ses tree, like a heavenly canopy, hangs on our roof

Some clothe is trapped among its thorns

A few meters away is the akoretee tree

On whose shade I sip ksoyo milk

And watch the Kacheliba Hill

There is a mound, ok a grave,

I don’t know who is buried there

So mum and us poured a lot of soil

To disguise it

We have a goat shed

In the morning, our goats scratch their backs against it

Billy, my brother, milks the goats with a small cup

Soon, tea is ready as we sip it under the Morning Sun

Our small radio tells of the news

Everybody listens as if their breaths hang on every word

K.B.C. Idhaa Ya Taifa-- Omuga Kabisaye, Leonard Mambo,

Loree Loolio, Kijana Mtall

Seated in our smoky hut

Patiently waiting for food

Sharing laughter

I would trade my lungs than give those!

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In response to Poets United's Thursday Think Tank #84- Home