We caught a Dala Dala to Paige,
with sacks of rice, old tin cans, rusty bikes, strong African men with no shoes and shiny beautiful African women with their heads covered.
The heat burnt through our clothes as we plodded along the deserted white beach and found your cousins hut
"Jambo" they twinkled as they warmly shook my hand.
We swam in the blue blue sea and played like 4 year olds, pulling each other around.
Then we sat frazzled by the sun and salt water sticking to us