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Kisumu
Kenya — Silly poems for your backpack
It was a long ride to get here,
Nine hours by bus from Nairobi,
Such is the Christmas rush,
And those escaping the city.
A trip to the West,
Was well worth the visit,
The people so kind,
The tilapia exquisite.
A slight change of vibe,
From rubbish on every street,
To relative calm, chill,
Kisumu has it’s own beat.
It could be the lake,
That lingers so large and near,
Or perhaps it’s the people,
The Luo, who held me so dear.
They are proud of their city,
And the area that surrounds,
Of their culture, their cause,
Their dreams with no bounds.
At least the ones I know,
Who are social and green,
They showed me around,
and explained the local scene.
Barack Obama is ours,
They all wanted me to know,
But the true secret is,
The best end in ‘O’!
While I travel, I enjoy writing a bit of poetry, mostly silly stuff, but all to remember the fun I had.
I publish them all on Medium, so check out my other poems here.
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