Kuna binti kanizengue,
Uhondo teletele kanibubujia,
Tabasamu si haba.
Sahibu wa dhati keshakua,
Kila uchao namuwaza,
Script n Ryhme
Never did I allow myself the vaguest thought -
That inside tin, timber and silicon boxes;
Christened carriages and dragged along rails -
By wizened, half-attentive engineers steering -
A yellow-lined relic through Kibera, homeward -
Love or Attraction in all their varying versions
Would brew, even if fleetingly.
And though Love and Attraction – or whatever that was
Never fully flourished into a burgeoned bougainvillea
Your name and the train and the phrase they both formed
Remain on my mind and on my lips:
Suzanne from the Train Ride Home!
THE TRAIN-WRECKED ORATOR! :-)...
Fill my hands with sand, Fill my mind with sighs. Let the time flow through our veins, Let the distance bind our sight. Soaking into each others embrace, We blur the future and sublime the past. We are frozen in the moment, Devoid of hue, devoid of flickers, devoid of bout.