We ambled the streets of Harare Meandering aimlessly Fleeting past wide-eyes scanning us enviously Hand in hand we walked into the restaurant Leisurely on Second Street Our hunger awakened Our appetites heightened At almost closing time With no one in overtime mode A signal that here we could only dine on another day
Joina City was our next stop Up the lift right to the top 'Closed' it read at the coffee shop Into the nearest chair I went flop! Though hungry, we gabbed non-stop By and by we regarded the clock It chimed 8 o'clock And sadly, it was time to go home
Busy and noisy Were the streets of Harare Jabbering crowds, kombis hooting Hawkers, vendors or is it hustlers now - Calling for buyers or just huddled to pass time No chill in Harare Picturesque like a dream Surreal… Hand in hand we dawdled In despair for a hot meal
In the shimmering distance Like a mirage in the desert The neon lights read 'Creamy Inn' Something to calm our rambling bellies At last… Nippy evening air hit our souls 'Ice-cream tastes better at night' I said 'I can't believe I'm having ice-cream' He said We frolicked Hand in hand we danced past faces painted with adoration 'What a handsome lover!' They probably thought: My delectable younger brother
Wrote this after one of my visits to Harare, Zimbabwe in 2017.