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Anonymous the camel.


From the left of my vantage,
I knew not
what it was,
that made them ajar
and struck with awe.

From the right of my vantage,
I knew then
what it was,
when it emerged,
like a ship on the horizon.
It was a ship of the desert;
a surprise,
and an escape
from the cliche
that had become donkeys;
a camel,
taking a walk in our neighbourhood.

Extremely grand and pretty
with gentleness, modesty,
taste and feeling.
Half the sum of attraction
might have been enough
for I had nothing to do,
but its firm footsteps,
seemingly rigorous
yet sensual with an intense gaze
could not fail.

Excited children ran after it,
ignorant women tripped,
and frightened drivers excused
its imposing stature.
Like it knew the corners of our streets,
it turned into another
before I could reach out to feel it
and conceive if it’d like me too.

Alexander Twinokwesiga.
Ongata Rongai, Kajiado.
Sunday, March 30, 2014.


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