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The hills at Koru
Remind me of your hips
That sharp edge on the
Hills of Subukia
Reminds me of your nose
The flamingoes at Elementaita
Dance around
Like the spark
In your eyes
And the pink on the blue
Brings me to a calm place
I call home
My head lying
Between your legs
There lies a goddess

Wambui Ochieng’: I am writing from Nairobi, Kenya and as a writer, I believe in the sanctity of a pencil, pen and the paper. Sometimes the paper is obsolete, I scribble on anything I can including my arms and thighs. Every thing gives me the itch to write. It’s the sole reason for my existence. Other than that, I write to connect with those who give me the time to share in my thoughts. If guns are the weapons in the war of power, then words are the weapons in the war of ideas.

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