Ngapile and Sailash; The beads of drought

Posted on Categories The human condition

Oh nkakúyiaâ baobab, kokoô mangrove –      

arms of ɛn-dámà – arms of ɛnkárɛ́ –

 

let us tell one, let us tell all

the gourd

has split open

 

 

and it is of no importance

 

 

everything you may ever know

is as delicate as the way the light waters

 

 

 

nkakúyiaâ- grandfather/ son

kokoô- grandmother/ daughter

ɛn-dámà- sun /light

ɛnkárɛ́ – water

 

 

Published by Carlo Saio

I am a written and oral Poet, born and raised in Kenya. I Studied English Literature and Creative Writing at the University of East Anglia

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