I. I got lost there for awhile. Lost in the way Peter showed me hello in habari. Before I knew you could find hello in words you don’t speak. They do that there, Hello happens in the sparkle of their deep charcoal eyes and heart filled open hands. So when you shake greetings, you take … More Nairobi-Stained Understanding
I think I fell in love with you The first time you whispered you can know me Through the blaring of car horns and golden cracked streets of pavement ends, where trees grow sparse as shillings. That morning you showed me beauty can begin Where others stop looking I fell in love with you … More A Warmer Welcome Still
I. He had strong hands and nervous eyes. Uncertain of the white women with western words. He told his story like he had asked the same question for ten years and never found an answer. His eyes begged me believe the bad his hands held belonged to someone else Mouth atoned with words that fell … More The Soldier that Remains
