Celebrating East African Writing!
First time we spoke, it’s about a book of poems
Before we speak of anything else here’s our book
So that forever we speak through distances and time
First time we shared, it’s in a room in New Mak
Before we go anywhere else here’s our room
So that forever we rest, through unburdening talk
And opening hearts, warm, and tightening embraces
Unjudging ears, critical, and unflattering tongues
We shared 227 moments, some lighter than others
First time we stole, it’s in search of Farm
So that forever we’re locked in green memories
As before we stole kisses, we strayed you in my arms.