Mahamri - Poem by spiritual seeker
In the early morning,
If you walk the little streets of Mombasa,
You will see colourful ladies frying mahamri,
Prepared in the old ways,
Eat while it’s still hot.
Sweetish, delicious... heaven on earth!
Go, travel this beautiful earth!
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