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The Neighbourhood.

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3:00 a.m. A long walk, fit for the soul.
Incessant flashing of the neon signs
keep the neighbourhood awake.
With their great eye,
they see not as much as I.
I look where no one dares,
into dark alleys men have turned into toilets.
I stare where no one stares,
through slits of shacks cum churches.
I spy at each pretty lass
following the lead(s) of their horny lads.
I skip smelly, uncleared gutters
and bounce to loud Caribbean beats.
I glance at angered housewives
fighting off beer-maddened husbands.
I’m frightened with terror thoughts!
Maybe these mirra-chewing henchmen
aren’t any dangerous?
When the imam
bellows out for his own,
I vanish
before the neighbourhood replenishes.

………………………………………
Alexander Twinokwesiga
Ongata Rongai, Kajiado.
Saturday, March 22, 2014.

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