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above seventy
how much more of it remains
count it as bonus.
2/5/2024.
When I was a child,
We never had a fridge or a cooler,
Mother would pour tap water in a large clay *** with a tap,
The *** was covered with a plate and a steel glass was placed on it,
The water kept in the clay *** was cool and refreshing,
We all shared the same glass.
Mum would also cook on a sigri( clay coal stove) using clay pots,
Even chapattis were made on a clay pan,
Mind you the food cooked in clay utensils were far tastier,
Especially dishes made from coconut milk,
Like fish, chicken and rice.
Ahhh! Those were the days,
I can still feel the taste of mum's food cooked in clay pots.
30/4/2024
Out from jail,
Saw three ladies in a veil,
Which one is mine,
I could not define.
Black is not my wife's colour,
Nor worn in our culture,
White is for a widow,
I know this so,
Perhaps the one in blue
Before I could say hello you,
She ran and hugged another one,
He was her son.
Then I saw a bit afar,
Wifey coming out of our car.
Though covered in a colourful embroidered veil,
I knew it was her without fail.
30/4/2024
my heart loves you much
mind refuses to like you
dilemma for me.
28/4/2024
lovely butterfly
ugly pupa in cocoon
metamorphosis.
28/4/2024
Of the manipulator,
He will blame you for everything,
And make himself a victim.
26/4/2024
You marry into a family,
One thing you must learn is to tolerate,
That earns you respect.
26/4/2024
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