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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 demands,
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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: give me some tea.

4 Mar 07

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I think this is just beautiful.
 — starr

Chai in Kenya is different from what they call chai at Starbucks.  Chai in Kenya is what British and Americans call tea.
 — jerotich

wow. this might just be the most immature and pathetic set of comments that i have ever read. lame bologna, lame.

a couple things. drinking bus fare is good. polygamous wives... incredibly good: very fresh, acute.

Be careful with the personification of the moon as far as pronouns go. It gets confusing when you mix in the men. Really pretty good for a first draft. Maybe amp up some of those verbs and see what happens.
 — unknown

this poem is hilarious  if you understand it fully, the moon sounds like a selfish character contrary to what i know
 — weps

The moon's personality changes to suit my mood.
 — jerotich

you must be a moonie, like myself.

;)
 — mandolyn

Namaste Jerotich - simple naive and charming - does what it says on the tea-tin. A pleasant read. Mitch :-)
 — pdemitchell

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