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Jun 2018
In the experiment, we put the chicks in the box
and make them love the little toy ball, then
show them many *****, then hide them and see
if the chicks can count them: and they can. In the city
the people rush around and the stray people with skin
like mine
remind me of mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers (mine)
   sometimes even you (once)
but I lose count while God watches, wondering.
http://rspb.royalsocietypublishing.org/content/early/2009/03/26/rspb.2009.0044
Tawanda Mulalu
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Tawanda Mulalu  Gaborone, Botswana
(Gaborone, Botswana)   
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