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Mzee Moon
jerotich

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?

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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