Above, the clear blue sky
Treats the people with no hope,
The scorching sun gives them
The sight of the beautiful hijabs blown by the winds creates
Unnecessary urge and crave in him,
Years of restriction in far foreign land necessitating his mission of
‘I wanna smash it one time’,
They told me that I belong to the same house as you,
they single-handedly made the decision,
I know of a strip whose atmosphere knows no tranquility
I know of children whose next moment greets them with no parents
It started with a simple action.
No, I can't mention that action, it's a treasure,
I know you will turn red when you finish reading this.
I know you will grimace, I know you will be mad at me for revealing everything.
He moves from one hotel to another in search of food; food that has been left by customers,
food that has been thrown in to the dustbin.
He knows it is his comfy and only available food.
He empties all the food content in the bin to his waiting paper bag
For Fatuma Gedi
They tried to claw you with their weak nails,
but what is a rat's claw to an elephant's back, Fatuma?
Days of endless telephone conversation,
Nights of endless intimate chatting,
Their love story seemed untouchable and bonded.
Him giving his best and her giving her best, they assured
She was aware of her daughter’s peculiar behaviour of
Using her mobile phone till late night,
At times till dawn,
She could see her often moving away from people when her
Days, nay, months of endless boredom,
Familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings,
The sight of familiar and bosom friends
Not anywhere near,
Mohamed Yussuf (satar) , is a Kenyan poet, writer, journalist and literary critic.)
For Minister Abass
Somalia's blazing torch
thrust into wet sand
the young athlete dropped
before the finish line