Mzee Moon |
jerotich
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The portly moon hangs low,
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full and reclining over Nairobi.
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He tucks in the babies
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as they squall in the slums,
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and lights the rutted path home
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for the men who drink their bus fare.
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To me, he leans back and asks,
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"nipatie chai?"
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I don't answer, but I sip my own mug;
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and let my eyes wander to counting
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the stars who attend him soundlessly,
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like polygamous wives.
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Mzee: respected older man
Nipatie chai?: aren't you going to give me some tea?
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4 Mar 07 |
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I think this is just beautiful.
— starr
here's to the hope that bus careens off a cliff.
nipatie chai?
yes. i'll use an enema.
i went to starbucks and asked for chai. we drink chai.
and they gave me some white liquid vomit.
— bologna
Chai in Kenya is different from what they call chai at Starbucks. Chai in Kenya is what British and Americans call tea.
— jerotich
no shit.
i am afghan.
we call it chai too.
you aren't the only cool kid in the sandbox. but you are the only one that smells of curry and scrotum sweat.
— bologna
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